Monkey Mob

Look out, monkey mobbing with the spiked tea, spicy
Suit and tie, I'm walking very nicely
Keep it on the low banana gun you see us creepin (Ah)
Strapped up with the lotion all these hoes no thoughts to keep me (Let's go)
Oh we're up to no good, back again
At night, the mob is coming out, scheming, running the neighborhood (Yo)
Curfew doesn't matter to us few (Night night)
None of this I would confess in those church pews (No way)

Camera on me watching lenses focused there's no stoppin
Make sure you can hear me loud and clear do you copy
Drum roll please magazines I don't want applauding
Time to dip to the bag its a daily hobby (Hobby)
Bop it, pull it, yeah it's game time (Gang)
Flip it, twist it, for the dotted line (Ah)
Pressed on suit, shined up shoes, stepping up to blind (Shiny)
Comin through, let's go move, do you wanna crime?

A fellas gotta do what a fellas gotta do (GANG)
Stuart got his club and he is beatin' up this fool (Woah)
A fellas gotta do what a fellas gotta do (That's right)
Stuart got his club and he is beatin' up this fool (Yo)

Plotting some mischief cause we out on the loose (He)
In an alley selling booty on the low (Low low)
A buck extra get that bonus neck of the goose
And in the back I got some tunez from a long time ago (Cha-ching!)

Look out, monkey mobbing with the spiked tea, spicy (Ha)
Suit and tie, I'm walking very nicely (NICE)
Keep it on the low banana gun you see us creepin (Ah)
Strapped up with the lotion all these hoes no thoughts to keep me (Let's go)
Oh we're up to no good, back again
At night, the mob is coming out, scheming, running the neighborhood (Yo)
Curfew doesn't matter to us few (Night night)
None of this I would confess in those church pews (No way)

A great evil, a devastating power
Unleashed upon this planet will be dead within the hour
Curiosity, that's what killed the Splax
I opened up the box just to see where it was at

I give hell, because I think it's funny (HEEEE)
That's the kind of joy you can't buy with money (Money money money)
But I'm out of the grave, I'm evil dead
I'm walking, I'm stomping, I'm flying ahead (Alright)

A fellas gotta do what a fellas gotta do (GANG)
Stuart got his club and he is beatin' up this fool (Woah)
A fellas gotta do what a fellas gotta do (That's right)
Stuart got his club and he is beatin' up this fool (Yo)

Addiction (Yeah bro?)
It's coming back at me (Hmm)
Between that and my boys this shits anarchy (Ya)
Kosta's Krack is spreading through the streets (Yahuh)
Slipped on a banana peel and fell on his cheeks (YAHA)

Look out, monkey mobbing with the spiked tea, spicy (Ha)
Suit and tie, I'm walking very nicely (NICE)
Keep it on the low banana gun you see us creepin (Ah)
Strapped up with the lotion all these hoes no thoughts to keep me (Let's go)
Oh we're up to no good, back again
At night, the mob is coming out, scheming, running the neighborhood (Yo)
Curfew doesn't matter to us few (Night night)
None of this I would confess in those church pews (No way)



Credits
Writer(s): Jango Flex, Splax Fart
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