What's up ese It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Representing my city to the fullest San Diego, Southern California That's where I'm from, simon S-A-N D-I-E-
our time stand still Chills and thrills is what you give me Everytime that I'm next to you I'm so glad I found the best with you A dream come true is
you for using MCI ESE, CHOLO! [Butt-head] heh heh he? Who? Damn't, for the last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Lil' Rob] It
FEATURING: MR.SHADOW First Verse:Lil'Rob Str8 jackin', still warein' all blue Killin' haters,hackin' and knockin' up bitches to Still doing drive by
What's up ese Lil' Rob, simon It's that vato you fools tried to hold back But it was once said that you can't keep a good man down And so I'm back, that
love can be right or wrong Let's take a trip to the other side The other side, the other side The other side Everybody talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil' Rob
smokin' all my purple kush up Don't make me push and rook up Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore
the mothafuckin cradle ya past left a scar and the future's lookin fatal ya can't be sorry ya gotta be a savior gotta be the bread winner so go rob the
be rep'tin Any party that we step in get they heady-up V S O P immediately, extra bent Rob then out son is evident We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream
You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in ya bro Let me put one in ya bro, so you niggas can go to sleep So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed
slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin' like they are too good There was a little boy who was misled By another lil' boy
Any times we gotta hustle 'cuz our pockets be hurt Lil' niggas wanna get fronted from who got work Is she ready for that? You wanna wash the bus Let a
' then never might be a gun Never think suicide, never steal, never lie Never run up to a gunfight and think you gon' survive Never that lil' 6 nuts,
a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea'). Wit' dreams of bein' wealthy You now checkin' out the new Jersey version of Peter Petrelli. But wait! Wit' a lil
can I tell from my cell to hell, don't let me die in jail One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall I'm having dreams about a image trying
lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
magazines I say ain't that us I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob Man, they screaming Lil
to say something the whole room would quite down Just to hear my last words, tears balled down my facial Why fear anything? It's now to late to I'm dreaming