Lyrics:
Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
Cost lil money to look like dis
Cost lil money to smoke like dis
Cost lil money to drip like dis
Cost lil money to push like dis
It cost lil money
don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)
Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can
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
(Hit 'em up) Southside
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up)
Do your thug thing (thing), gon get 'em up (up)
Represent your side (side),
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
The Southside we told the time by the street light
My grandma house I used to think about how we fight
Just some knuckleheads running round with knee
that)
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, nigga been smashed that (been smashed that)
And that ho be brazy from the Southside, the whole gang had that
FEATURING: MR.SHADOW
First Verse:Lil'Rob
Str8 jackin', still warein' all blue
Killin' haters,hackin' and knockin' up bitches to
Still doing drive
tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy
as fuck, blowing woods with my nigga Chuck
Southside babies, we ain't never really gave a fuck
Ayy, if you ain't talkin' bout no cash, then it's irrelevant
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
heart towards none of you lil' niggas
I've been sittin' alone by myself, countin' up big figures
Now I'm with the mob and we been plottin' on how to get
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Woo, Carti (uh, I'm in this bitch, Barti)
Damn (Playboi Carti, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (southside, nigga, all
At the same time I can have the tool, that's the microphone the utensil
While I come through the Southside, everybody say man that boy's instrumental
Better
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