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Albums:

Best Of Lil Rob & Mr. Sancho Super Mega Mix (Lil Rob) · Best of Lil Rob, Vol. 1 (Lil Rob) · Rob Mello's No Ears Mix (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Mel Tormé, Rob McConnell and the Boss Brass (Rob McConnell) · Rob Me Blind (Jay Brannan) · Robi-Rob's Boriqua Anthem (C+C Music Factory) · The Black Rob Report (Black Rob) · So Very Rob (Rob McConnell) · Rob Parton's Jazztech Big Band (Rob Parton) – and 90 other albums »


the mix, know what I'm talking 'bout?

Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke, 
Lil' Keke gon' fix

I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm
sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'

Lean low, bitch,
is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'

Lean low
[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in
I keep a couple killers round me cause I don't really fuck with a whole lot of dudes
Wanna rob me well I might rob you but wen you see me you goin'
up side your head
Low Pro in this bitch best to break your bread
I said Opps up side your head
Low Pro in this bitch best to get the worst bread

[Lil
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
[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
doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe doe with this 4 4
I met a lil bitch on the low end
Shawty always love to go in
I met a lil bitch on the south side
Said it ain't too safe to go outside
I met a lil
[Intro: Romeo (Lil' D)]
Gs Up
Cookie Monster J.R.
(G.U. Double T.A.)
(Gutta in the building homeboy)

[Hook x2: Romeo (Lil' D)]
Sit n low 24s yes,
Hold your head up lil' bruh 
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil
Face a trouble everyday 
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow 
It's a struggle everyday 
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow 

I need
"I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed"
I'm low down and I'm shifty!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck
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
like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[GENUINE DRAFT a.k.a DOMINO]
Genuine Draft with the Gat
Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart by connect with the level
That I'ma
a problem officer its all good 
I'm just know what I'm sayin'
Comin' from droppin' ma lil' boy off at ma baby momma house 
Here go ma license right here
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told
like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid ****
Low-key, know G's, but it's still