Mozzy ‘Gangland Landlord’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
Gangsta rap may not be the dominant force in hip-hop like it once was, but one artist that has kept alive the tradition of delivering street parables on wax is Mozzy, who has established himself as a reputable scribe on the West Coast. A year after the release of his critically acclaimed breakout album, 1 Up Top Ahk, Mozzy returns with his latest studio album, Ganglord Landlord, the rapper's most anticipated project to date.
After spending the better part of the past decade building his buzz one stellar release at a time, Mozzy has become the most recognizable face from Sacramento's rap scene and a commodity on the national radar. Gangland Landlord will only raise the hard-boiled veteran's profile even more and propel his already promising career.
"For me it means big dog," Mozzy tells XXL of the Gangland Landlord title. "It mean you own a piece of property in your community. It ain't like we just banging a block... Nah, we really the landlord of something. I got real tenants, [meaning] somebody really pays me monthly. It's just about bossing up, you know what I'm saying?"
With guest appearances from a diverse cast of co-stars, including Ty Dolla $ign, YG, Blac Youngsta, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, YFN Lucci, ScHoolboy Q, Trae Tha Truth and Yo Gotti, Gangland Landlord further showcases Mozzy's knack for conveying his trials and tribulations over soul-stirring production, resulting in an album that ranks among his best thus far.
With Mozzy's latest collection getting spins from listeners far and wide, XXL gives Ganglord Landlord a test drive to compile 20 of the album's best lyrics.
"Sometimes I break down and pray/'Member we cop and we break down the yay/Kick down the door and then split what we take/Run that shit back, nigga break down and play/Suckers slid through and we came out with 'Ks/Killers bite down when they come out the cage/Jumped off the porch, I was young for my age/With Flowers and Yak on my way to the grain" —Mozzy
"He stripped blood, doubled back, and cashed me out for the stick/Pacquiao for the bitch, her snot box on numby/If paisa playin’ with paper, how you not gon' bust him?/Lil' lipo-sucky, heard the 5-0 want me/We know you fuck with the suckers, you can die slow for him/Call up Pablo for me, Peachy cop them things/It’s imported from the border, Ford, follow your dreams" —Mozzy
"Easy mathematics, lookin' greezy in the cut/Cheddar on your burger, he gon' cheese you if it's up/Murder gang, juju god, keep you in the clutch/Only keep around niggas that don't let him hit the blunt/Heavy on the stunt, Moz smell like paper/Lil different from these rappers, I'm a real-life gangster/Missin' Jabada, still in the clanker for sellin' strippers/Circumstantial evidence, they convicted the wrong nigga/Guess who fuckin' his wifey, his own nigga/Went from uncle to step-daddy, now that's a cold nigga" —Mozzy
"You don't get a pass if you lackin', you niggas hear me?/Catch him in McDonald's, it's brackin', you niggas hear me?/Ayy we sincerely devoted if you ain't notice/50 ball shoved in the denim, them bitches bloated/You got respect for the struggle if you’ve been homeless/Now I’m in the foreign, it's factory clear-coated/Ayy, where the mansion for thugs? I’m tryna slither/Gotta be a fella to enter, just real niggas" —Mozzy
"Dead homies, all this red on me stand for somethin'/Nigga ever take the stand, he ain't hearin' nothin'/Panic button, think he bit off more than he can chew/D a dork, Pokémon, blood a Pikachu/It's an easy hundred shells when I'm breezin' through/Either chicken noodle soup or you can keep it boo/We in tune, tapped in to what it's talkin' 'bout it/He died squeezing for Lil Diamond, he hit rock bottom" —Mozzy
"My hooker hit for 20 then she ran on me/Don't get to reachin' for my chain, I'ma stamp homie/You know I keep that blam, keep that blam on me/We don't do no pump faking, my illas playing for keeps/Shoutout to my jeweler, all these grams on me/Mozzarella Dweller, 80 bands for him/These niggas makin' payments, they ain't paying for it/Had million-dollar dreams, I've been praying for it" —Mozzy
"Racks on me, racks on me/And it's on blood, I ain't going without my MAC on me/And I got love for them bloods out in Sac', homie/You pulled up clutching, know busting'll get you whacked, homie/I'm just speaking facts, homie/When them killers kick a door, know the procedure/When I'm down and I'm broke and really need you/Young nigga killing shit, kill for no reason/I'm just tryna get this money, take care my people" —Blac Youngsta
"Every nigga that started with me was starvin' with me/I was trapped in them trenches rockin' a bald glizzy/Gave my granny a hundred before I bought a Bentley/Traumatic pain in my features, they say it compliment me/The consequences is fatal if you don't rock a yeeky/My geographics is greezy, they don't believe in Jesus/Keep a distance from leeches, that ought to teach you somethin'/Two little girls, that's what keep me hustlin'" —Mozzy
"The twenty-three on me, important/One in the four, they scorin' like Jordan/The hooker just got an abortion/Probably the reason she all in her feelings/I ain't get jumped in the gang/I jump niggas in, then mould them to killers/We hold up the signal, they killing for kibbles/Vehicle riddled for playing the middle/Word to my mama, I stay with the sizzle/They know my gangster official" —Mozzy
"Go to war for you if I love you/Gotta score for you and a double, I just wanna see you bubble/'Nough said wrote across the knuckles/Hundred ball in the duffel, organize the nickel bundles/Ain't no doubt about it, got the nickel on us/Bust her out blood, I think the people on us/They forever geekin' on us/Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us/Pimp partner bitch bad, he been tryna keep her from us" —Mozzy
"Ayy check this out real fast, I'm finna take you on a ride/Six Flags, if you don't die you better have a shit bag/It's murder where I lived at/And you ain't even heard of, where you been at/Strip a nigga, you can't get your shit back/My feet planted 10 flat/Been on this type of shit before I did rap/The only difference now, I got a big bag/Niggas shot at me and missed, we actin' like they did that/Karma play God tonight and take one of they nigs back, big facts" —CellyRu
"Mama nigga kicked her out in the rain/Apologizing to me like she to blame/Should see the look on her face/Damn, now we gotta look for a place/Pops locked, he got booked for the yay/Caught him cookin' the cake/Four nicky in the hoodie, I'm straight/You gon' need it, it ain't up for debate/A lot of snakes out here, homicide a common case out here/They exterminating our race out here" —Mozzy
"Hey, straight to the chicken soon as I hop up/Blood got scriptures, told him to hit the doc up/Cream of Wheat package, then cook it and watch it rock up/One up top ahki, it's warning them not to rock up/You got potential my nigga, don't put the rock up/You ain't got a chance at the league if niggas locked up/What you gon' become when a sucker come tear your top up?/What you gon' become when you facing attempted hot ones" —Mozzy
"Her nigga kept her in the house, she couldn't do shit/He liked to tell her 'bout his fun with his new chicks/I saw her cruisin' 'round the town in his new whip/I started breaking that bitch for them blue strips/She fucked around and fell in love with Too $hort/Who the fuck you think bought my new Porsche?/I told her 'bout the game, that's where she got it from/Fuck a Porsche, I want a Benz, the bitch bought me one" —Too $hort
"Cuticles in the Carti's, I'm just clearin' my vision/Pushin' the ill line to count millions with niggas/The homies ain't put you on, blood remember them niggas/Paperwork surfaced, quit defendin' them niggas, huh?/Y'all pretend to be killers to keep it jiggy/Drum on the yeeky, it's litty, that bitch pretty/Sacramento nigga, been standin' up for the city/With the right to bear arms, we blammied up in the city" —Mozzy
"Shout out to Mozzy, I just jumped out a Masi/With a Draco in the Louis and the gang in the lobby/Still rich Crips with me, I never left nobody/I done made niggas rich and you ain't help nobody/And it's blood on my name nigga, fuck the fame nigga/So plan your funeral, 'cause that come with my chain nigga/And the bitch wanna fuck for some change nigga/To me that shit pennies, but it's lame nigga" —Yo Gotti
"Gangland in attendance, the stick extended/I was lookin' like a bum in the slum but I fixed the image/Piecin' up on crumbs for the skipper/Them niggas giggled, they was tickled/Feds on my lane, yeah I'm in a pickle, finna wiggle/Icicle on me, you see the Skittles, quarter million/Slid to the jeweler, throw him the fiddles/Red beam, scribble utensils and leave a dimple/This the red team, hit like a brindle, that's off the dribble" —Mozzy
"Feelin' like the fella, all these VVs on me/I used to take my prostitutes to Dee-Dee's homie/Sprayin' with the woods, you get DP for it/Got like five gigabytes, give me three P's for it/I'm in this two-seat foreign, call it fortunate for me/Lil' all red bottoms, finna floor up the money/Bank closed, niggas know I'm at your door for the money/Landlord where it's ugly, they tryna score off a skully" —Mozzy
"We get it brackin' in my geographics/I need a million, real niggas wanna see it happen/They was with me in the struggle, I ain’t always have it/My city was overlooked until I gave us action/What's happenin'? Tryna add up all this mathematics/Shout out to havin' things and 'nem, we been havin' at it, yeah/Big baggage, big Rollie, big boogers/Baby, I ain't got no hoes, this my bitch hooker" —Mozzy
"An order of eight bows/I got it, all of 'em straight dope/You know it's a blessing/One of your demons done finally done came home/I throw all the chains on, polish the paint on the Range Rove'/Let's run up a bag, shout out to bitches that know how the game go/You get the paper like I get the paper, how can I hate on you, baby?/Nah I ain't a hater, your nigga a doofus, you are forever my lady/Yeah, my lil' niggas is mainy, they know that I love 'em to death/That's word to the shooter, I'm shootin' up for 'em with more than a hundred to flex" —Mozzy