Lil' Rob - Mexican Gangster - Part II Lyrics
OraleOrale pues it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BThe wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SDSan Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shitAnd all these people call me a stupid ass spicYou call me a spic and I'll take you out silly suckerCuz you ain't nothing but a stupid ass mother*****erGo ahead and start your shit, start your pleitoBut you'll find that you'll lose when you ***** with San DiegoNow listen up to what I've got to sayI'm down for San Diego and I'm down with LAAnd ¿saves que? they're both down with meAnd it's a trip cuz I got primos in every *****ing city manI got more homeboys than you could ever imagineTo all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havinAbout not being down for the townA crazy little vato *****in it up for the BrownYou see I'm down for the 619Fools saying I'm doing bad, but I'm just doing fineNot giving a ***** about what you punks got to sayCuz I'm that crazy Mexicano down to *****in sprayYou know what I'm saying leva, and you know it's trueSomeone's got to win and someone's got to lose, and I never loseSo you know I can't be that rankerYou want to know who the ***** I am? I'm the Mexican GangsterOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BMexican Gangster numero dosSimon, I'm back once again a little different since back thenFour years later, four years brighterBack with some shit like llesca taking you higherHigh, high, high like to the ceiling, I can't fight the feelingIf I had a million, bucks what would I doI'd smoke up my llesca treeI swear to God ese, about three times as tall as meOh man what would I do without my mijaWhat would I do all dressed up without mi grifaI ain't joking, the homies don't call me PranksterIt's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican GangsterOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BOraleGot those beats that thump that you bumpCuz I know you like the bass, it humpsMaking you wonder where the hell I've been for four yearsIt's not because of fears, so let's just make that clearNow just hear what I say when I say what I gotta say manComing at you quick, you don't even got time to prayIn the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy GhostMan it's time to get ghost, no time to watch these putos roastCoasting, down the block *****ing up these levasI don't give a ***** and I don't think I ever willI kill for thrills, fat bills is what I'm foldingMexican Gangster 2 the title, is the title I'm holdingScolding all these fools, simon I'm controlling my cityAll these vatos wanting pero they know they can't hang with meShoot me, that's what you want to do manBut if you shoot at me, you best believe I'm gonna shoot you too manGoing insane when I click, click, clickCuz I'm that crazy Hispanic, I'm the Mexican GangsterOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BOrale pues, it's meThe L-I-L R-O-BThe wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SDSan Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit
