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black mob gang – coattails lyrics

[intro]
yeah
what’s up for this motherf+cking ’95 remix?
black mob in this motherf+cker
bustin’ at motherf+cking coattail, you know what i’m saying?
madness lo, and my homegirl nsane
about to drop this funky sh+t for y’all motherf+ckers, peep game

[verse 1: madness, madness & nsane]
get off my coattail, might as well belt with my nuts in your mouth
b+tches up to sh+t but hoes and tricks, n+gga, shout it out
’cause ever will i get played in the ’94
whatever made you think you could get my cash flow?
i don’t think so, no, i don’t think so
bow, wow, yippie+yay, yippie+yo, f+ck a ho
’cause i’m a dog, a downright dirty dog
westside, 805, black mafia ho
with my mind on my money, money on my mind
got hoes and n+gga rolls on the grind
bringin’ me paper
i’ll take cash over that any day, yeah, uh
i thank my folks for putting a n+gga onto the game
[out dog, lawanta and sheray?]
good lookin’ out, peoples
madness lo, ever will i get played by your— h+llo
[pre+chorus: madness & nsane]
well, what up, madness? (speak to me, nsane)
now, why these punk+ass n+ggas with no game try to hang?
yo, what i’ve been sayin’ (speak to me, mr. madness)
ever will the b+tches get me for my riches (what?)
i’d rather make it with my folks who get b+tter (uh)
ain’t got no time f+ckin’ with some part that ain’t just mine
so, back the f+ck up off my nuts
’cause a b+tch is still a b+tch and a ho is still a sl+t
trick+ass b+tch, i don’t know you
get out my face, you trick+ass duck, f+ck you (hahahaha)

[chorus: madness & nsane]
get off my coattail, biatch
get off my whiptail, n+gga
get off my coattail, b+tches
get off my whiptail, punk n+gga
get off my coattail, biatches (uh)

[verse 2: nsane, nsane & madness, madness]
[?] what’s up? give nsane room to breathe
[?] through a party without some n+gga tuggin’ on my sleeve
to the n+gga in the booth on my sh+t, d+mn, hold up a moment
to the n+gga in the back, take your number back, ’cause i don’t want it
ever will i be a broke+down n+gga’s wife
i’m too busy enjoyin’ black mafia single life
so, break your eyes away from this big ol’ fat fn
i’ll bet you’re dreaming and scheming of ways to k!ll nsane’s punani
but it ain’t goin’ down like that
b+tch+made n+gga, my grip’s bigger (her grip’s bigger)
so, all those that want a sip of my fade [?]
first, we gots to play big bank take little bank
i’m makin’ all these n+ggas’ bubbles burst
because your pockets can’t hang with my guess perse (guess perse)
and if you wanna see me really blow up the spot
pull out my nina and take everything else you got
[chorus: madness & nsane]
get off my coattail, biatch
get off my whiptail, n+gga
get off my coattail, b+tches
get off my whiptail, f+ckin’ n+gga

[verse 3: nsane, madness, nsane & madness]
now, it’s 19+motherf+cking+94
nsane got them n+ggas, and i, madness lo, got them hoes
i say enough is enough
’cause you trick+ass b+tches, you wanna get my homebody stuck, never
ever, ever will you get what you can’t have
i’d rather make it with the homies smokin’ twomp sacks
twomp sack, after sack, after sack
i’m a true mac, and i’m a mac+tress
will bomb kitty cats, [?]
mobbin’ in my lap with my strap on my lap (strap on her lap)
i’m not that b+tch, trick, tramp, sl+t, ho
madness, what you think? nsane, i already know
so, all you b+tch+made n+ggas come at my homegirl real
or you will have to deal with my f+ckin’ splittin’ steel
’cause that’s how we doin’ things in the ’94
nsane, madness lo
f+ck a n+gga, f+ck a ho

[outro: madness]
f+ck all ’em, you know what i’m sayin’?
all you b+tches know you motherf+ckin’ n+ggas is jockin’, you know what i’m sayin’?
and now you wanna be talkin’ ’bout for them coattails
for the ’95 remix, like that, baby
black mob in this motherf+cker
fbc in this motherf+cker
n da zone, now everybody wanna jock, so what?
get off their motherf+ckin’ coattails (biatch)

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