Lil' Rob - Fanmail Lyrics
[Lil' Rob:]Hey, this one's for everybodyEveryone who's everWrote me fanmail and never got a responseHey, this one's for everybodyEveryone who's everWrote me fanmail and never got a response[Verse 1:]Hey, this one's for everybody (Everybody)Everyone who's everWrote me fanmail and never got a responseI read your letters *Yeah)Some even brought me to tearsI look back at my years like some of you have been lostLike some of you have been found (Have been found)I found this one letterI remember cause I couldn't put it downShe said her mom was in jailAnd so is she (So is she)And she was on her own, and has no familyHer brother overdosed and he passed away, awayBack, and my music gets her through the dayShe likes what I say (What I say)The way I say it (Yeah)Reminds her of back in the days, that's when it replaysLive for today (For today)Think of tomorrowShe lives on Pain Avenue, across from Sorrow (Across from Sorrow)She said, "Write back if you canSincerly yours, your number one fan, I am"[Chorus: Lil' Rob (Notorious B.I.G. sample played in background)]I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuffNow they're writin' letters cause they miss meI never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuffI never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuffNow they're writin' letters cause they miss meI never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuff[Verse 2:]"Doce Diez y Ocho, what's happenin', man (What's happenin', man)Me and my homeboys bumpin' music all dayEveryday (Everyday)There ain't a song we don't playMy prima says 'Hi, ' and that she loves you always (Loves you for life, man)So when's your next album comin' outYou're always pushing back the date, what's that all aboutDon't trip (Don't trip)I just can't wait to hear it, eseSome over that neighborhood shit, that's what you need to spit (That's what you need to spit)Some more oldies for the homies (Yeah)Let 'em know where we come from (Come from)How we do thingsWe don't stop until we get it doneLet 'em know how we get down when the weekend comes (Get down, man)I lowride just like youI heard you have a '63, I wanna get myself a '62AnywaysI know you're a busy manI'm a homie and a fan, get back at me when you can"[Chorus][Verse 3:]"Hey Rob, my name is Patrick, writin' from the parkWhere it's nice in the day, but it gets crazy after dark (Crazy after dark)Hey man, I go to a pretty bad schoolBut I like it a lot, and my teacher's pretty coolMy teacher's name is Mr. WhiteHe wants to help us do rightAnd stay away from the gangster lifeNot allowed to wear Cortez's or red and blueWe can't cut our hair shorter than a no. 2 (And that's true)If we doWe're droppedThen it's throughOh yeah, they even drug test us, tooMy homie wrote youHis name is ChristopherHe thinks you're the best, and he's a Southern listenerHow'd you start, when you learned to write raps (Write raps)Just a couple questions, hopefully, you'll write backBut if you can't, hey man, I understandYou must be a busy man, no matter what, I'm still a fan"[Chorus][Lil' Rob:]Hey, this one's for everybodyEveryone who's everWrote me fanmail and never got a responseHey, this one's for everybodyEveryone who's everWrote me fanmail and never got a response[Nasty:][Notorious B.I.G.:] "I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff""Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me""I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuff""I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff""Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me""I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuff"
