Lyrics:
tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob makin' heads bob and it don't stop
Cause we're about to keep on flowin' 'til you see our
out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his
by these VV’s I used to rob em
Pretty Little Baby you not Rihanna
You drive me crazy so I look for another
Stop it with the make me just stick your
dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his
it real, she look good
I'll okay the drama
Yo, listen ma', you made a rhymer
And a state to state shiner
Money tall, shit
I ball like the wall of great
and break 'em
You didn't hear me, you didn't fear me
And now I'm sitting by your front door, real spooky
Stop look listen
Stop look listen
Stop your wishin'
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
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
Driving the chevy not fucking with ford
She gets a lil messy got slob on the floor
I'm shooting shit back knocking shells out the door
Look in the mirror
what
Bringin' it live, Dr dre, what
Throwin' up a big ass W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, ha listen
You ain't tryna hot box with me
I swing much
with me? Homey keep on wishing
It's that vato that you keep on dissing
Stop, look and listen
[Chorus]
Why must it be like this every night
The dogs
with me? Homey keep on wishing
It's that vato that you keep on dissing
Stop, look and listen
[Chorus]
Why must it be like this every night
The dogs
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
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket
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
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
a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are
tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob makin' heads bob and it don't stop
'Cause we're about to keep on flowin' 'til you see our
have no sense or comprehension
I am da biggest lil baby that's what's causing tension
Remember when you was my fan or you forgot to mention
I'm finna
bored HUSTLE
My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go
Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
I'm the shit but shit
life
But he bust them niggaz back, Rob took the robbers life
Ride, get high, visualize the moment
This is Rob to the robbers, listen closely..
"Man, you
I just hit ah mode pass go I can't just stop now
Used to be the strong silent type I talk a lot now
I'm the golden boy it's a problem niggas pop out
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
time that they listen
I'm gone pop this lil shit for a minute
When I first hit the club
They didn't know who I was
Now I peep all them boys in my
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