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Topsongs van Mobb Deep
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Havoc
Stimme und Gesang
Prodigy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Thomas Dolby
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Kerr
Songwriter:in
Alan Maman
Songwriter:in
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter:in
Albert J Johnson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Alchemist
Produzent:in
Steve Sola
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Berman
Ingenieurassistent:in
Keith Sengbusch
Ingenieurassistent:in
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Ain't no party once we crash the party
I'ma scoop shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin' I pump, pump the shotty
Put you in the trunk then dunk, dunk the body
**** you don't know you better ask somebody
Ya'll get down, we gonna clash probbaly
Peel snowflake outta that Ambercrombie
I'm tryna grip Britney, so I made Jive sign me
****
Catch me in the club with a double edge banger
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Nah, I know the promoters I'm in with the musket
Pound of that haze and a box of dutches
High to the cottonmouth, paranoid
Make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
Like MOP ****, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house
Motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Y'all **** got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll **** got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
[Verse 3]
We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind, that's leave with something
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to, girl
We about to, girl
We about to, girl, girl
We about to, girl
We about to, girl, girl
[Verse 4]
Party over here, ain't shit over there
Them Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
Wherever we at we keep the blix right there
So wherever there's beef it's gettin fixed right there
And they can't stop us, they too scared
They know our caliber thugs shoot they heads, ****
QB drop you off of that bridge
Show you how we do it in Queens where murder ain't shit, ****
This P talkin, show you where I live
You can come right through my crib and get it from shiz
You bein man slaughtered, right in front of my kids
A little blood get on my daughter, it's nothin' she'll live
Got cops shook to death of us, we don't like D's
You never catch us running with the police
Ya'll **** get your vests up
And ya'll better invest in some real heavy bullet proof paneling
[Verse 5]
Ya'll **** got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll **** got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
[Verse 6]
We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind, thats leave with something
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to, girl
We about to, girl
We about to girl, girl
We about to, girl
We about to girl, girl
Written by: Alan Maman, Albert Johnson, Jonathan Kerr, Kejuan Muchita, Thomas Dolby