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Black Rob
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Ready (Explicit Version)
Lyricist:A Angeletti, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Rhea Dummett, Robert Ross, Marc D Shemer
Round town, I'm bound, shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down
Round town, I'm bound, shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down
And that's how we approach these faggots Try an' gon be fly but they still maggots I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man .40 cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans
I'm the up top gangsta, the star in the hood One of the few mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge Fam, that was 9-5, man, fuck the pass See niggas out there frontin' bodyguards up they ass, man
He's Black Rob, he's okay Play and you'll get robbed today
Ya'll know how I'm comin' through the Source Awards Somebody's jewels got jacked, man, it must've been yours Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ya'll dudes be talkin' out the side of your mouth So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth
I ain't sell no records, made no cash yet Fuck dude,' cause my niggas is goons in every aspect And don't get beside yourself A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man
He's Black Rob, he's a thug Fuck with him, you'll get fucked up
Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics
I seen green, more green than the Sonics More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard The 9 mm scope, I walk up on a nigga Put the 9 to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope
He's Black Rob, he's our friend [Incomprehensible]Rob is back again
Aww man, ya'll niggas done got me hype This is it, we fit the same stereotype If a nigga wanna while we can do that too Fuck the model bitches, well, we can screw that too
Yeah, man, notice I said 'we' She's a J-U-M-P Man, off top, fam, I got figures in the game She's fuckin' with all the top niggas
He's Black Rob, he's our man If he can't do it, no one can
Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash Alumni, I put the whole name on smash After this they gon' wanna lace me pretty Who's your man 'cause they can't make it JC Penney
Who's your Bad Boy, BR, back with the nutritious Black attacks like a pit bull vicious It's goin' down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground It's uptown, holla, at your man
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