Goin' mobile Keep me movin' I can pull up by the curb I can make it on the road Goin' mobile I can stop in any street And talk with people that we meet Goin' mobile
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile I don't care about pollution I'm an air-conditioned gypsy, that's my solution Watch the police and the tax man miss me I'm mobile
I'm goin' home And when I wanna go home I'm goin' mobile Well, I'm gonna find a home And we'll see how it feels Goin' mobile Keep me movin' I can pull
Traduzione: Chi, il. Goin 'mobile.
gettin' a code - infra-red I bust legal presidents - preferrably dead I've examined my financal situation and found shit I'm incredibly grose, fuck it, it's goin
and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So
[VERSE I] A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement Made my peace with god we've
foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile
[bootleg: talkin] What tha fuk goin on.....damn...... what tha fuk imma do now?...its fucked up [chorus x2: tommy gun&big Its a setup its a jack its
rhyme lines goin back to the kids And that bitch that you with comin back to my crib These execs got you gassed, put 10 on 2 Ask me who gon' last, won
[talking] We goin' do this one here, Chatham County style It's a 9-1-2 thang dawg Yean know, now ya know, fa'sho (whoa) [Chorus] We come from down by
begins I'm a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really
some hennessey in my casket on my death day And if I die, I'm hopin' that I get to heaven If not I'm goin' to Hell, bustin' with my Mack-11 [Uncredited
lot?) Yes I be That's my job as a supa emcee, I'm from Long Isle Mobile, make it worth your while If the jam needs motion I'm the one to dial (Goin beyond
and then smash ya We'll come through ya hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get, or who them robbers gonna hit That's why I keep
