lirik lagu horseshoe g.a.n.g – cob motto
[intro: demetrius capone]
that’s the c-o, add a b to that sh-t
(x3)
[crooked i]
ssutt ssutt is the motto
spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle
c.o.b deep in the streets like a pothole
you know who to follow
crooked intriago
(x2)
[verse 1: demetrius capone]
now when i step up in the place, all eyes on me
grand entrance, i arrive so g
i wanna see, i wanna see some b-tches grind on me
then chicks do the dougie and they fly, so sweet
hit em up, hit em up, that’s what pac told me
but i’mma switch it up, i’mma hit your bride, on me, on me
where we at? where we at? eastside long beach
i don’t need to box cuz the heater got long reach
lowkey, my slang key low, like i slang kilos like my name nemo
i never play fair, got the game cheat code
circle-x-square, i play in beast mode
my circle “x” squares, your hot man, so what
blaow, i’ll send you to hot d-mn, know what?
that’s h-ll, this is a god d-mn hold up
it’s not 12 o’ clock, but watch hands go up
[hook: julius luciano]
okay, you say you’re dope, put your dollars up
y’all n-ggas ain’t hot as us, f-ck it y’all should follow us
yeah, okay you hot but you ain’t hot enough
show you n-ggas how to bust, f-ck it y’all should follow us
yeah, you gettin’ tipsy, hold your bottles up
drink it down, bottoms up, f-ck it y’all should follow us
yeah, my n-ggas f-ckin’ all kind of sl-ts
strippers and them model sl-ts, f-ck it y’all should follow us
[verse 2: julius luciano]
i got 2 bottles of the ace on my car dash
we stopped f-ckin’ with cris, kim kardash
rappers, i’mma damage em with hollows
bullets eat emcees ribs like the sandwich at mcdonalds
talk tough and let the rifle blam n-gga
on top of my game like i’m playin’ twister
on top of my game with the shoes like hopscotch
c.o.b shirt, it say “do not c-ck block”
a n-gga don’t play, get b-tches
from here to detroit, peace to ro, k, and kid vishis
my girl like a lawyer, she know how to get me off
in any case, i’mma beat it til my sh-t is soft
so many hoes i bend
they be on that fatal attraction, they follow me close like glenn
i’m drunk but my n-gga siegel hit blunts
he like kelly bundy, always see him with bud
[verse 3: kenny]
if i’m your role model, i ain’t tryin’ to be that
especially when everyday i’m askin’ where the weed at
n-ggas sayin’ they hard, maybe i’m blind, i don’t see that
but if you wanna have beef with me then tell me where to meet at
n-gga you can believe that
i still slip in the club, i still grip on the snub
a real n-gga what’s up, yeah my n-gga you can believe that
you worth sh-t, dudes rocked back in my teen days n-gga
you redefine fashionably late n-gga
you need to stop actin’ like you paid n-gga
you look super g-y, mask and a pink cape n-gga
this beat was askin’ to be raped
so i’m leavin’ red spots, splashes of v-8
but nah, that isn’t the case n-gga
by the way, i’ll pack a d. wade n-gga
i’m me, i only shift when i switch lanes
dirty diaper, ain’t sh-t changed
[hook: julius luciano]
[verse 4: ad-vice]
there’s nothin’ more valuable than an irrational radical
who overstands that man has no right to be taxable
it’s amiable that you n-ggas want to stack your capital
and get your jaw broke with a shovel to your mandible
give me the loot, more than christopher wallace
your paychecks gettin’ garnished for talkin’ that garbage
i mob with a faction of fiends who stay clean
who only talk cream when there’s a meetin’ with the team
by any means, i’m obscene but machetes i swing
stand heavy in the streets from the visions i see
[????]
i’m optimistic when i bring uncharacteristic styles you never seen
i got a mean mother [?] to simp on
practice lookin’ hard and get emptied the clip on
got a chick and a headboard for her to grip on
paralegals off work to get they strip on
[verse 5: ro]
step in the spot, drinkin’ ciroc straight
feelin’ so tall, think my feet is on a crate
[?], my feet is on your face
look like the nikes tryin’ to tat it on your face
anyways, i’m on the broads
[?] almost to the elbow on her arm
chest poke out like the top of “r”
she 5’9″ with a -ss, i’mma call her star
yeah i ball, you’re with the grounds crew
look at my wallet, that’s a paper view
do what the haters do, stay on the sidelines
follow my words, i’m the guideline
and i’m on my time, and i don’t waste it
unless i’m in the stripclub, know i’m gettin’ faded
i blew money but i make it back
cuz i stack, spend, invest, and re-stack
[hook: julius luciano]
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