MOB
Big Pokey & Chris Ward Lyrics


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Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha
2000 and 2 ha, ha
It go down, S.U.C. for real
Mobstyle for life, uh nigga

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack
Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack
Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck
On track split wigs, like a x in the hat
You know how I act in the Lac, I'm a hog
T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall
Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut
K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up
Pay attention, focus nigga
Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga
4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga
Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga
A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame
They think it's hard, but it's simple man

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

I'm a gangsta, and I'm out of control
Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll
Pay the toll when you pass, it's the bill collector
Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector
Tell the visual projector, when I'm watching a flick
I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get
Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders
Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder
I'm balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees
In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g's
Hollow T-I-P's, choppers and barettas
Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters
Young in the game, crunching on niggas like ab work
And I'ma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurt
Feel that, take it from a real cat
Or be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

Pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawest
Cold as a meat locker, which as being I'm flawless
Attitude hoggest, mentality doggest
I pimp my bone, once from August to August
I'm an animal, in the booth I'm a cannibal
With a appetite like Hannibal, bitch I'm flammable
I'm bout to lock it up, beneath the key
S-E-N-S-E-I, that's me
Get ready for three minutes, of constant head rushing
Crushing mice, it's a verbal head busting
I'm a mic ripper, plus a motherfucking bike flipper
When I'm on the damn mic nigga
I'm the real deal, like Evander
Something boys really can't handle, pull my scandal
Uh, uncut cocaine
Putting pressure on your brain, man

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me




Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

Overall Meaning

The song "Mob" by Big Pokey and Chris Ward is all about putting money before everything else. The lyrics emphasize that money is the most valuable thing, and one should do everything they can to make it, even if it means stepping on others. In the first verse, the duo explains that they follow the M.O.B. (Money Over Bullshit) philosophy, and they keep things low-key. They suggest that people should keep their business private so that others don't interfere or get in the way.


The second verse talks about how both artists have come a long way since starting in the rap game, and they've gained respect because of their talent. They talk about the importance of being a gangster and not taking any crap from anyone. They also mention that people shouldn't mess with their money, or they'll face the consequences. The third verse sees Big Pokey taking the lead and boasting about his skills on the mic, making it clear that he's in the game for the long haul.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha
We start with a shout out to Sensei as we dive into the song with energy.


2000 and 2 ha, ha
This song is from the year 2002 as indicated.


It go down, S.U.C. for real
Things are going down and the Screwed Up Click is serious about it.


Mobstyle for life, uh nigga
The Mobstyle is a way of life and we represent it properly.


And it's M.O.B., money
The acronym M.O.B. represents our focus on making money.


Over bullshit, you know me
We prioritize money over any nonsense.


Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
It's important to keep things quiet and not draw unwanted attention.


A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see
If someone doesn't know or see something, they can't interfere or cause problems.


In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack
I started from a lower position in the rap game but I've progressed.


Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack
My work is now respected just like someone carrying a powerful firearm.


Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck
During soundchecks, I'm creating amazing music.


On track split wigs, like a x in the hat
My rhymes are so powerful, they can metaphorically cut someone's head in half like a magic trick.


You know how I act in the Lac, I'm a hog
I behave aggressively and selfishly in my luxury car.


T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall
My televisions in the car's back need to be properly situated and secured.


Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut
Texans move slowly like someone without functioning legs.


K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up
K (Kalashnikov) bullets hit people and leave them with edges up (fallen to the ground).


Pay attention, focus nigga
Listen closely and stay alert.


Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga
People from certain Wards are known for rough behavior.


4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga
People from the Southwest use 4-4 guns for protection.


Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga
Don't forget about our reputation when you come to interact with us.


A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
Women will react strongly when they hear their friend has been hurt.


You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
If you live as a gangster, you must follow through with your promises such as retaliation.


I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame
When I make money, I display my success like a celebrity.


They think it's hard, but it's simple man
Others think making money is difficult but it's actually straightforward.


I'm a gangsta, and I'm out of control
I'm a dangerous criminal and difficult to contain.


Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll
I drink cold alcohol but my safe has a lot of money inside.


Pay the toll when you pass, it's the bill collector
You must pay dues and face consequences in life.


Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector
I am like Hannibal Lector, always on the hunt for ways to make more money such as dissecting cocaine.


Tell the visual projector, when I'm watching a flick
Let the movie screen know that it's time to start when I begin watching a film.


I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get
You should bring your girlfriend along because I have money to earn.


Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders
I'm moving very fast and it's affecting my vision.


Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder
Crossing the state line quickly with a lot of illegal drugs.


I'm balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees
I'm living luxuriously in a full circle, making money from every angle.


In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g's
I'm making money in the rough streets and you should respect my gangster.


Hollow T-I-P's, choppers and barettas
We use deadly weapons for protection such as hollow-tip bullets and guns.


Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters
If anyone tries to steal my money, I will physically attack and damage their clothing with weapons.


Young in the game, crunching on niggas like ab work
I'm new to the rap game but I'm already crushing others like doing abdominal exercises.


And I'ma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurt
I will continue making money until my legs are sore from exhaustion.


Feel that, take it from a real cat
Believe what I say since I am truly experienced in the game.


Or be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back
If you foolishly try to challenge me, you will get physically attacked and lose.


Pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawest
Listen closely as I will demonstrate true raw talent.


Cold as a meat locker, which as being I'm flawless
I'm perfect and unstoppable just like a cold, unfeeling meat storage room.


Attitude hoggest, mentality doggest
I have an attitude like a dominant hog and a thought process like an aggressive dog.


I pimp my bone, once from August to August
I control my life and always remain the top pimp from August to August.


I'm an animal, in the booth I'm a cannibal
I am a savage and destroy my competition during recording sessions.


With a appetite like Hannibal, bitch I'm flammable
Like Hannibal Lector, I have a hunger for success and won't let anything stop me.


I'm bout to lock it up, beneath the key
I am going to be successful and protect my belongings with keys.


S-E-N-S-E-I, that's me
Sensei represents me and my powerful presence.


Get ready for three minutes, of constant head rushing
Prepare for three minutes of intense excitement and stimulation.


Crushing mice, it's a verbal head busting
I crush the competition and it's as if I'm physically attacking their heads.


I'm a mic ripper, plus a motherfucking bike flipper
I destroy the microphone with my talent and I'm also skilled in flipping a bicycle.


When I'm on the damn mic nigga
I am unstoppable when I pick up the microphone.


I'm the real deal, like Evander
I am genuine and authentic like the famous boxer Evander Holyfield.


Something boys really can't handle, pull my scandal
My behavior and success is too much for some people to deal with and it becomes a scandal.


Uncut cocaine
A reference to dealing with pure and uncut cocaine.


Putting pressure on your brain, man
I am forcing you to think and putting mental pressure on you.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANTHONY BANKS, B. SONNY, BRUCE WASHINGTON, CURTIS W. COUTHON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, TYRUSS GERALD HIMES, YAFEU A. FULA

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