Orale Orale pues it's me The L-I-L R-O-B The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit And all these people call me a stupid ass spic You call me a spic and I'll take you out silly sucker Cuz you ain't nothing but a stupid ass motherfucker Go ahead and start your shit, start your pleito But you'll find that you'll lose when you fuck with San Diego Now listen up to what I've got to say I'm down for San Diego and I'm down with LA And ¿saves que? they're both down with me And it's a trip cuz I got primos in every fucking city man I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine To all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havin About not being down for the town A crazy little vato fuckin it up for the Brown You see I'm down for the 619 Fools saying I'm doing bad, but I'm just doing fine Not giving a fuck about what you punks got to say Cuz I'm that crazy Mexicano down to fuckin spray You know what I'm saying leva, and you know it's true Someone's got to win and someone's got to lose, and I never lose So you know I can't be that ranker You want to know who the fuck I am? I'm the Mexican Gangster
Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B
Mexican Gangster numero dos Simon, I'm back once again a little different since back then Four years later, four years brighter Back with some shit like llesca taking you higher High, high, high like to the ceiling, I can't fight the feeling If I had a million, bucks what would I do I'd smoke up my llesca tree I swear to God ese, about three times as tall as me Oh man what would I do without my mija What would I do all dressed up without mi grifa I ain't joking, the homies don't call me Prankster It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster
Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B
Orale Got those beats that thump that you bump Cuz I know you like the bass, it humps Making you wonder where the hell I've been for four years It's not because of fears, so let's just make that clear Now just hear what I say when I say what I gotta say man Coming at you quick, you don't even got time to pray In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost Man it's time to get ghost, no time to watch these putos roast Coasting, down the block fucking up these levas I don't give a fuck and I don't think I ever will I kill for thrills, fat bills is what I'm folding Mexican Gangster 2 the title, is the title I'm holding Scolding all these fools, simon I'm controlling my city All these vatos wanting pero they know they can't hang with me Shoot me, that's what you want to do man But if you shoot at me, you best believe I'm gonna shoot you too man Going insane when I click, click, click Cuz I'm that crazy Hispanic, I'm the Mexican Gangster
Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit
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