(Spice 1)
Yeah, what you lookin at, bwoy?
PH balance style
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
(Spice 1)
Hit the freeway in a 850 goin about a hundred and forty, sporty
Niggas slowin down as if they know me
owe me a Chronic session but I keep on mobbin' I got my own
Fiendin goin to the zone, rollin up I see a Vega loan
Watchin out for the po-po cause the gangsta braise alert the coppers
Smokin under them choppers O.G.'s see me and give me propers
They say whattup to the Easy Bay Gangsta each and every time
As I took my hat and light my Chronic up in the sunshine
I gets my mobb on just like all you other players
Lookin out for dead Presidents who want that green paper
Put out my doobie as I mobb up off the freeway
I'm goin side-a-ways, this way, that-a-way
I see my partners up in the alley fightin they pit bulls
High performance, old schools, with fat dulls
Catch me cussin at the cluckers on the street
tryin to stop myself from pullin out my heat, I'm mobbin' today
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
(Spice 1)
Po-po passin me up, lookin all inside my car
it's full of smoke, rollin down my window, they see me choke
And spit a loogie out on the street because I'm hella
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