Goodie Mob Lyrics

With my mob I was serving that goodie

I like my ho bad & boujee

In high school I was high like Cooley

Ain't found no money yet, nigga what you doing?

Had me some hurdles I'm crashing through em

Ain't too worried what the last one doing

My bro want the ball I pass it to him

GLOCK-33 that Patrick Ewing

In yo city I'm smashing through

Hit top speed outlast the troops

Take off the hat, magical

Main bitch taste like passion fruit

Remixing bricks, serving them dummies

Thats that shit Jermaine would do

Straight out the jungle going Jumanji

Ain't no way they taming you

My bitches they came in two's

With my vert I break the roof

This my house I make the rules

Had one chance I'm taking two

I'm too real see fake in you

Got it on lock Kurt Angle, oou

Get a few spots that's major, oou

I can't say but she a alley-oop

Speaking of alley-oop I had been telling you, no issue with getting the ball off

In my circle we work & we work & we work again, niggas ain't doing no call offs

You dropped the ball, y'all lost

We going hard, y'all soft

We finally on, y'all off

I was seeing them lows serving Gipps tho

With my mob I was serving that goodie

I like my ho bad & boujee

In high school I was high like Cooley

Ain't found no money yet, nigga what you doing?

Had me some hurdles I'm crashing through em

Ain't too worried what the last one doing

My bro want the ball I pass it to him

GLOCK-33 that Patrick Ewing

Had me some problems that's over with

They all know who the coldest is

GLOCK 2-4 that Kobe shit

Use two hands control the kick

Sauce I can promote a bitch

Boss I can demote a bitch

Floss I just be coasting shit

Me off, that's what you turning bitch

Knocked off, that's what ya man's can get

It happens we don't even plan that shit

This work, it can get the planet fit

A shirt, we gon hit the man in it

Can't stop cause they keep demanding it

The top that's where I'm landing it

No, the top that's where the captain is

Yo thot she keep her hand on it

And you that dropping it right in her esophagus

No one was stopping it, yes sir

See how I'm popping it

See how I'm talking it

Ask what the topic is, that's her

I got that lil top for the pleasure

She want me to pop it, no sir

Off in my pocket a toaster

Ain't hit 'em yet but we closer

He claiming that's za but it's Joe Dirt

From where he is seated his nose hurt

We know how you blending we know work

I get on that za not percs

My bitch is a gangsta she don't twerk

She diving in smoke nose first

Put price on his wig closure

They had a lil run now it's over

I brought that lil bitch to the Penthouze

She looking like my this a big house

If you play like a groupie get kicked out

But listening lil ma you can vent now

She say that her man been trying

But it's more shit he can go do tho

She a eater I ain't talking bout food tho

I was serving my dawg like Khujo

With my mob I was serving that goodie

I like my ho bad & boujee

In high school I was high like Cooley

Ain't found no money yet, nigga what you doing?

Had me some hurdles I'm crashing through em

Ain't too worried what the last one doing

My bro want the ball I pass it to him

GLOCK-33 that Patrick Ewing

With my mob I was serving that goodie

I like my ho bad & boujee

In high school I was high like Cooley

Ain't found no money yet, nigga what you doing?

Had me some hurdles I'm crashing through em

Ain't too worried what the last one doing

My bro want the ball I pass it to him

GLOCK-33 that Patrick Ewing