Teksty:
Mobile Bubble

mobile bubble I am on my way to a blank page That's where the future is as yet novel It's coming towards me while I age I'm going forward in a mobile

n-gga, street scholar graduated, no father figure, still tote chrome, check my chromisomes, meet me halfway with things and a mobile home, money machines yeah they rrring like a mobile

Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from

This for my niggaz with the bank roles (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz with the pretty cars (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile

s get it. (Yeah yea. Hold up) They was thinking its over I was taking it over Now im painting the rova While making cake on my mobile They always talking

?m critical of people on my nuts Can?t see why I?m crippled but they?re stuck up in their ruts Quick to make a fuss and to bust up the bubble So this

know I can't fuck with it Here's something that you all can understand Fuck you coming from the fuck you man Livin' in drama comma Trauma bubbling like

I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges, close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless Forever armed and dangerous Bubbles

wit bubbla die Now peep the otha side, ova them hills Rich dude that own them mills Tha candy sto is open for sale These junkies gone smoke it to death Money, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles