Their first single of 2007 single, "Rock Yo Hips", is from their second album Hated On Mostly. The video for "Rock Yo Hips" depicts a fictional Crime Mob College, set to resemble a historically black college. The song featured BME rapper Lil Scrappy as the college's dean. Hated On Mostly has spawned two other hits, including "Wuz Up," which features Bohagon and Fabo, and "Circles."
The album Hated on Mostly leaked onto the internet on March 14, 2007. Following its release, it debuted at number 31 on the U.S. Billboard 200, selling 22,000 copies in its first week.
Member Princess plan to release an album separate from the rest of Crime Mob, called "Class is in Session."
Go To War
Crime Mob Lyrics
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
If you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Yea, I was born military
Thuggin nigga ever since
Mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
Ballin on ya residence but I'm still thuggin' tho
Got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
Just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
Dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole
What you looking at me for
'cause I'm on that drank hoe
And I'm gone off some that mission impossible
I'm flexible, I still can move through traffic
If I get into it with one of ya bastards I'm'a let you have it
Go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
You'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin
[Chorus: x2]
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
If you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
[Verse 2: Diamond]
Look, any motherfucka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
Well I'm packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
Always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
When you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly
All you bitches bout dancing' me, ain't none of y'all my homie
We bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
My lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
I'm slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
I'm the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
Yea hoe I'm running thangs, 'cause now I'm in the game
Ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james
[Chorus: x2]
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
If you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
Body body like Master P
Showing out in the parking lot
BKA Young Pimp see, AKA Sweet Jones
Change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
Came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
My car dangerous hit it with the sprite
Hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
Gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
If you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
Monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya cool-aid pack
If you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
We ain't got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games
[Chorus: x2]
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
If you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
The lyrics to Crime Mob's "Go To War" are a celebration of bravado and aggression. The song's chorus (which features a sample of Pimp C from UGK) sets the tone: "Poppin pills workin wood wheel, fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel. If you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war. I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car." In the first verse, Lil Scrappy asserts his toughness, rapping about his ability to handle himself in any situation. Diamond's verse is similarly confident, threatening anyone who steps to her with violence. Pimp C's verse adds a layer of credibility to the track, as he was a legendary figure in Southern rap.
At its core, "Go To War" is a track about asserting oneself - not just in the streets, but in the world at large. The repeated use of the phrase "fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel" suggests that the song is meant to speak to a broader audience than just those in the streets. The music video, which features scenes of the group performing the song interspersed with footage of soldiers going to war, further reinforces this idea.
Line by Line Meaning
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
I'm driving and taking drugs at the same time
Fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
I don't care about your background or feelings
If you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I'm ready for a fight if you are
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
I have a gun and a woman with me
Yea, I was born military
I was always ready to fight
Thuggin nigga ever since
I've been a troublemaker for a long time
Mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
My mother taught me to be a leader
Ballin on ya residence but I'm still thuggin' tho
I'm rich but still act like a thug
Got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
I have a lot of drug customers
Just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
I bought drugs and people are afraid of the police
What you looking at me for
Why are you staring at me?
'cause I'm on that drank hoe
I'm drunk
And I'm gone off some that mission impossible
I'm high on drugs
I'm flexible, I still can move through traffic
I can still handle myself in difficult situations
If I get into it with one of ya bastards I'm'a let you have it
I'll fight back if someone tries to mess with me
Go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
If you try to take my weapon, I'll use it against you
You'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin
If you mess with me, you might die and your mother will wonder why
Look, any motherfucka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
If someone tries to fight me, they will regret it
Well I'm packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
I have a lot of drugs and weapons and can easily take down your group
Always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
I'll use my weapons to defeat my opponents and make them suffer
When you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly
If you mess with me, you'll face my wrath and it won't be pretty
All you bitches bout dancing' me, ain't none of y'all my homie
I don't trust anyone who pretends to be my friend
We bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
My group has a lot of weapons and is hard to defeat
I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
I have drugs that people want and need
My lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
My raps are powerful and can ignite emotions
I'm slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
I'm clever and can handle myself in difficult situations
I'm the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
I'm the best and most impressive rapper around
Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
I'm as good at pimping as MJG
Body body like Master P
I have a good physique like Master P
Showing out in the parking lot
I'm flaunting my success in public
BKA Young Pimp see, AKA Sweet Jones
I have a lot of aliases
Change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
I changed my name and love money
Came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
I made a lot of money selling drugs
My car dangerous hit it with the sprite
My car is valuable and I take good care of it
Hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
I'm rich and traveling with drugs in my car
Gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
I prefer luxury cars over motorcycles
Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
I don't care about love, just about money and drugs
If you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
If you knew what I know, you wouldn't be talking like that
Monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya cool-aid pack
If you talk nonsense, you might get hurt
If you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
If you're not ready to fight, don't mention my name
We ain't got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games
We're too busy to waste time on childish games
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ALPHONCE SMITH, BRITTANY CARPENTERO, CHAD BUTLER, DARRYL RICHARDSON II
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