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Albums:

Best of Lil Rob, Vol. 1 (Lil Rob) · Best Of Lil Rob & Mr. Sancho Super Mega Mix (Lil Rob) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey! Hey! Hey! (Rhoda Scott) · She Loves Me/There's Love & There's Love & There's Love (Jack Jones) · Hey Hey My My Yo Yo (Junior Senior) · Hey Hey: Remixes (Dennis Ferrer) · Hey Hey (Mapei) · Hey Hey (Dennis Ferrer) – and 90 other albums »


[Lil' Rob]
Hey Wuz Up, Lil' Rob and Shadow The Mayhem Click
Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin

[Mr. Shadow]
Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en
you gotta rewind
Chicano sounds are the downest you will find
When it comes to a rolla Brown Crowd controla
How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
to ball, there's no other way
Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name
while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say,
Lil Lazy came to me told me if he should decease
Well then please bury me by my
while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say,
Lil Lazy came to me told me if he should decease
Well then please bury me by my
Ese Lil Rob
We go through them hard times man
Just gotta keep our heads up
Keep on walking

[Chorus]
These Cortez Shoes know all the hard times
know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?

shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough 
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah

Hey yo we four or five niggas with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowing
the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (Ay-Ha May!)
Let's split the funk, now it all spells (Hey!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it,
world but never been to Florida

They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
on the dotted line 
Cause now you're mine

Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I
there's no Happy Mother's Day

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
'Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey
and that there Figaro 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Freeky Zeeky] 
Fuck y'all niggaz that's word to my mother B.
If I catch anyone of y'all niggaz runnin by, walkin
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my
the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your
the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your
a light loc a tell that girl
over there my name is Afroman)

I like em short
I like em tall
I like em big
I like em small
I like em with hair
I like em bald
you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy, 
Oh ba-by, baby
Gotta
time to bounce, rock roller skate, bounce rock , roller skate Hey sex mama, there's no time to waste
It's time to bounce, rock, roler skate, bounce
Niggas paying 32 with outa problem
My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving)
That ain't snich scale who you folling see when you weigh