Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas. See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see, they used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master, so the people didn't go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'? [Shit, smoke. Can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?] B.L.A.C.K.H.O.L.E. [But I'm a black man in a white man's world.] Fuck this shit.
Oh, Menensky [Menesky!] mobbin'. Menensky mobbin', nigga. Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems. And the 4-1 thugs are from the projects, smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove, nigga run, nigga run, nigga run.
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas in Cali ready to riot and rally around, quiet, brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo--Confuscious gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco. Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you down too. My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you. Right past you with the mask on., bitch. Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied. This introduction bustin'. I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job. Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no prob. You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw.
Oh, Menensky mobbin'. [I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka'. I