Lil Rob

[fox69]

"Mexican Gangster"

"Mexican Gangster"


ESE, CHOLO!

[Lil' Rob]
Orale holmes, this is Lil' Rob
Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas

Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam
And it's to all those locos that like to gangbang
Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week
And always kickin it with my homies
But could swear they're always tweaking
But the only drug I use is marijuana
People tell me not to smoke it
But I'll smoke it if I wanna
Cause right now living in the fast lane
So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane
And when I fight I fight mano a mano
Por que si mon I'm a down ass Chicano
I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese
Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete
And then I'll call you a chavala
As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala
And if you shoot you better kill
Cause if you don't and you won't
But then I will
You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain
Why, because my mind clicks
To be insane in the brain
Si mon I'm fuckin bad to the bone
And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes
Cause I'm a...

[Chorus x2]
Mexican Gangster, (si mon)
Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness

Kickin that Cisco, smokin and tokin we heard a blast
You should've seen how fast we jumped off of our ass
We ran outside just to check out what it was
It's a Mexicano thing
I ain't no Crip or Blood
Dark in the garden so I couldn't see
Though I looked to the light and I saw my Primo
Laying there moaning; That's all I hear
But right now Lil' Rob ain't got time to shed a tear
We picked him up, we took him home and called the ambulance
Those vatos fucked up good
Cause now they're gambling with their lives
And it's about time they lose
Never fuck with the vato in the Sureno blues
To the Mexicana Madre, let's pull a drive-by
So when we lose one, that's when they seem to lose about five
But we're not satisfied holmes until they all die
So orale let's jump in my lowride
Toma las llaves I threw 'em in the ignition
Orale now we're on another fuckin mission
Turn on the radio on came the Rollas
Homeboys in the back loading up the pistolas
Orale they're loaded
It's time to do it
I just got my drivers license cause I'm 16 with a bullet
Not alone, my homeboy's in his Bomb
And to you puto's you won't last long
See I'm with my homies and all of them are packin
You vatos fucked up now the shells will be stackin
16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone
Don't fuck around holmes cause I'm a...

[Chorus]

Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say
"Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that mothafucker away"
I said "Chales, jump out the ride"
He opened up the door and then he jumped outside
he said "Orale", then "arrato"
I said "Hey we'll be back little vato"
So off we go to the other barrio
Not cruising too fast we're always cruising slow
We saw somebody started running cause they took a glance
They didn't have time to shit their pants
Take a look over there, damn some fine hynas
Too bad they're playing dice throwing their signs at us
But it's alright
We're looking for the fool who shot my Primo
Cruisin slow and guess who we see so
We crept up in the Bomba and took a look
So Lil' Rob said "Que onda"
I said fuck it jumped out the bucked he had a bat
So he swung and so I duck and I saw his face
So I stuck it with a right left, right left
I made him suffer holmes
And then I put the nine milli to his backbone
I said "Hey mothafucker don't breathe
Cause right now Lil' Rob really wants to see you bleed"
I flipped him over put the gun between his eyes
I said "You fucked up once and I hope
that's what you realize, now how the fuck does it feel
You played at your own risk and now you found out I'm for real"
Boom boom back in the raffla I'm reminiscing
With a tear in my eye cause it's my raza that I'm killing
Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice
Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life
But fuck that shit it's time to go home
No longer cruising slow I'm rushing to my canton
I'm thinking what my Primo wanted me to do
You think he'd want me to serve life for a punk or two
Or even cry over him for a couple of days
Damn raza we've got to change those evil ways
Though soy chingon cabron
Like Al Capone always holding my own
Walking alone in the S-D anger zone
Si mon bad to the bone
Not the one to talk shit over the telephone
And Sand Diego is the place where all my homeboy's roam
And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes
Cause I'm a...

[Chorus x3]

Mexican Gangster -echoing gangster gangster gangster-

 

[fox69]

"Mexican Gangster - Part II"

"Mexican Gangster - Part II"



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

 

[fox69]

"Mi Vida Loca (Cisco Kid Flow)"
(feat. Ese Daz of Spanish Fly)

"Mi Vida Loca (Cisco Kid Flow)"
(feat. Ese Daz of Spanish Fly)



[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troka
My 4-9 bomba, getting bombed off the mota
Or what you call it, "reifo, " estoy prendido
Locked up in my own prison, man, I been torsido
Might be a flaco, but I pack a putaso
That's on my nickname, Lil Rob, my placaso
I used to paint it like Picasso, pinche vato
And back when I was hollow, I'm still malo, fuck tomorrow
Hey, fuck tomorrow, holmes
And the day that follows
Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano
Yo soy Chicano
Spittin' calo
I can put you in the right direction, but can't hold your mano
These pinche gangstas, cause they talkin' "Life's a gangsta"
But
Next year's don't talk, cause, talkin' just ain't gangsta
What

[Lil Rob:]
That's right
It's ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob
San Diego, Califa, chrome boy
Puttin' it down for the brown side of town
That's right
Twelve Eighteen
[Ese Daz:] Let me do this for the Harbor Area, Rob
[Lil Rob:]
Doce Diez y Ocho
That's right, we put it down, loco

[Verse 2: Ese Daz]
Orale, holmes, I'm sippin' on patron
It's Ese Daz, from the H.A., 3-1-0
Rollin'
Cruisin' to the barrio
The area that's scaring ya
And you don't wanna go
Show no mercy
Like the veteranos
We still kick it, throw on the sly, slick and wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
And drive a little slower like the O.G. lowrider
Mi pluma tira sangre
Historias de las calles
War stories in the neighborhood
Little locos up to no good
We show no shame, put it down for the brown
Chicano style, representing it proud
That's what we do
When we do
You don't like it, fuck you, too
Ten years in the game, it's all the same
Fuck the fame
Had a name
I do it for the homies in the bombas, bumpin' tapes
Wey

[Ese Daz:]
What's up, Lil Rob
It's only the beginning, homeboy
A tip of the iceberg
Get ready
'07
'08
'09
But in 2010, I might just pull a ghost like the homie Ese Rich Rock
Eh

 

[fox69]

"Microphone Rippin"

"Microphone Rippin"


[Lil' Rob:]
Hey man
Hey, turn me up in the headphones
I gotta feel this shit right here, man
Hey Nasty, drop that beat, bro
Yeah
That's right
That sounds good now
Hell yeah
Hey, check this out (Simon)

[Verse 1:]
Ay chiggy-check it, I'm a wreck it for the homeboys, man (That's right)
But that's alright because
That's exactly what I am (That's what I am)
They say my thang is
Something they can't understand, ni modo
I don't wanna sound like no other man
I'm original, when most are fictional (Yeah)
I smokin' on the
Weed, with no seeds, I'm sick with it, this medical [inhale]
I wear my Khakis with the cuff and the crease [coughing]
And rather
Die on my feet than
Live on my knees
Please (Please)
I'm colder than zero degrees (Yeah)
And I got more shine than my thirteen inch D's
Dump the back corner, 63 on three
Lil' Rob the Chicano on the T-O-P (Lil' Rob, yeah)
I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' (Uh hun)
Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' (Yeah, come on)
I'm on the creep, ain't got time for sleep
Only got time to rob this beat and get it back to the street

[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
I continue my flippin', microphone rippin'
Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin'
63 dippin', beautiful women
You thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Look
I don't know what you thought, or what the fuck you thought I was (What you thought I was)
When I heard you
I thought that I come back just because
For the fuck of it
For the love of it
My musica's
A droga, mi vida loca, and I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough)
I ain't goin' nowhere, you fuckin' vatos must be crazy
I'll be scraping down the calles in my six-three, you can't miss me (Hey, you can't miss me)
Might have the homies, or a couple heinas with me
If the
Shoe fits, wear it, and these zapatos fit me (Yeah)
And it sure feel good just like they should (Like they should)
Have a brand new pair of
White on white
Nike Cortez's stompin' through the hood
Soy Chicano, controllamos este ano
They can't handle the truth because the truth is hard to swallow
Like a jalo
Vatos, they get malo (They get malo)
You're barkin' up the wrong tree, please swing like a chango (Like a chango)
And get your ass back in your caro
We live for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I heard
They tryin' to make a comeback, well, fuck that (Fuck that)
Heard you wanna
Do what I do, guess what, I've, been there and done that (Been there and done that)
And I'm a keep it goin', ain't no slowin' me down
I'm holdin' it down like a switch when I drop my ride to the ground (That's right)
I kick a sample, then I chop it, put some money in my pocket (Yeah)
I call it feria, get it for flowin' like a faucet (That's right)
Some people say I've lost it
But you know I'm still sick
It's a keeper, so I'm keeping some of that shit you hit the streets with
That's bumpin'
When you're only somethin' next to nothin'
Shit, you better watch (Yeah)
Who you fucking with (Watch who you fucking with, man)
I'll cut you off like a DJ when he cuts it quick
One time is one time too many, you fuck up, that's it
You done with
You're just another rapper to have fun with
That doesn't do much
For all them rappers that you run with
Cause you are who you hang with
La ultima risas mia
Even laughin' in my other language (That's right)

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Rob:]
That's right
It's ya homeboy Ese Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob)
Doce diez y ocho (That's right, Twelve Eighteen)
Shoutouts to all my fans, man, for Califas (Yeah)
To Pheonix (Vegas)
To El Paso (That's right)
Burque (Uh hun)
That's right
H-Town puts it down (That's right)
For the west coast
My homies in Colorado, man (To the east coast)
Up in (?)
You know what what I mean

 

[fox69]

"More Bounce"

"More Bounce"


[Lil Rob]
Alright

[Verse 1]
They said they wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it
It's high (It's high...)
Know I can still bounce over it
No lie, hit the switch and I lower it
Slow it down, speed it up, that's how I'm flowin' it
Sick in the mic, come in the night when the freaks come out, I peeps 'em out
Take 'em home, do my thing, say "Goodbye," and I piece 'em out (Piece 'em out)
What you mean
PEACE OUT TIL THE NEXT TIME WE FREAKIN' OUT
I'm bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out (Tweak 'em out)
Turn up the volume, disturbin' the beef and now
We gettin', loud, way louder than police allow
Break the law, make ya shake, the bass shakes the ground
Put them cracks up on the wall where cucarachas crawl
My hip hop, it don't stop, no, not at all (Not at all)
Nope
I party til I fall
Catch me boppin' my head, tapping one foot against the wall

[Chorus:]
[Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce
[Fingazz] "Boun-bouncin' lowriders, yeah, we tweak 'em out"
[Lil Rob] Bumpin' more bounce, to the ounce

[Verse 2]
Give 'em a little bit, then they want all of it
It's too much to handle, homeboy, they can't swallow it (Swallow it)
Brown bandana, mic in my mano
In the other hand, got a paper bag with a bottle in it (Check it)
More bounce to the ounce as I bounce down the block
In the six-three Impala, got it locked up (Locked up...)
But there's still one more
Fact, they get to bounce off four off the floor
Scrapin' (Scrapin')
Catch me breakin' somethin'
Lowridin' like backyard parties, homey, we keep 'em jumpin'
Bouncin' like Roger Troutman or Fingazz on the talkbox
West coast hip hop pop shots (West coast)
Like a fool rack up four ton clothes in the frente
Gotta keep it bouncin' for the gente
They wanted more bounce, so give 'em more of it
It's high, but I know I can still bounce over it

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
This is how I do it, grab a pen and take note
My caro's like a boat, I hit the streets and I float (And I float)
Hit the fronts, hit the backs, make it jump
Turn it up a little bit, make it bump (Make it bump)
Until I knock the fuckin' screw is loose
Brand new five twenties like a pair of new shoes
And I just got my hands on a ounce
So I'm a roll a joint, smoke it and continue to bounce (Continue to bounce)

[Repeat Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"My Chick"

"My Chick"


[Chorus:]
You should see my chick
She looks like one of those rap guys girl friends

You should see my chick
You should see my chick
You should see my chick
You should see my chick
You should see my chick

She is fine that is the bottom line
Does she see me or does she see dollars signs (signs)
I don't give a f*** shes fine I am gonna call her mine
She is always looking good
Shes mrs hollywood
She treats her kittie cat - just like she should
Shes off the hook
She has got the look
I can tell you more off the book
And I don't mind
Shes fine can't help to stop and look
I can't find a single flaw
Not at all baby doll gotem droppin jaws
Pause
Shell leave you all in all
Your eyes won't believe what they saw
Shes so good shes so bad
And I'm so glad I know that
Shes too bad
Front and back
Shell leave your mind blown back
And I could just ramble on on
About this girl that I got a handle on
Shes all that and a bag of chips

[Chorus x2]

And she has got the softest lips
She has got the perfect hips
And she has got the nicets t***
I love what she wears and how it fits
My baby such a tease
She looks so sexy in them juciy jeans
Like a fatasy
Like a image in a magizine
Shes always lookin right
Her bodys nice and tight
Everything she does she does excacty how I like shes off the hook
Shes got the look
I can tell you more off the book
And I don't mind
Shes fine
Go head and cop a look
She looks like a million bucks
Got them other women looking rediculous
My chick is dandourous
And just as addictive as angel dust
You can stare
I don't care
Imagine my chick in underwaer
Everybody wants to hit

Hey homie

[Chorus x2]

Yea my chick is off the chain
Enough to drive a grown man insane
36 24 36 shes got the perfect frame

Ohh my god you should see her body she looks lke one of those rap guys girls friends

It never seem so quite the same
Shes mine and I am gonna clame the fame
She likes it likes to keep me excited
With me can something be - why fight it everyone always checken her out
The one that everbodys talking about
Everybody snap them pics

[Chorus: till end]

 

[fox69]

"My Turn"

"My Turn"


[Lil Rob]
You know everybody's talkin about me and shit right now
Y'all wonder what I'm gonna do next
Well check it out

The more people that love me.. the more people that hate me..
But I ain't trippin I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me

[Lil Rob]
Everybody wants to know what Lil Rob is soundin like
The same way as always, homey, dy-no-mite
They say, out of sight well then out of mind
Well I'm out of sight but I'm in yo' mind and I don't mind
Homey, I'm just tryin to keep with the times
Spit rhymes that are always on time, and try to climb
They wanna hate on me for stupid-ass shit
Pay them no mind, can't believe they're doin that shit
I can't believe they're even cool with that shit
Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch
If you're not - the kind of homey I could pull a crime with
Then you're not - the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with
And you're not - the kind of homeboy I associate with
What'chu got bitch, I won't even negotiate with, shit

[Chorus: Lil Rob]
The more people that love me.. the more people that hate me..
But I ain't trippin I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me (it's my turn)
I'm shootin for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah (it's my turn)
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin at the top of the world

[Lil Rob]
- You can't stop me!
I always continue to do my thing
No matter, what you do no matter what you bring
You're mad at me, for what? Cause I'm tryin
to open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck?
Come on homey, I'm as real as they come
Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum
The kind of man to offer you a drink
And hold a conversation with you to see how you think
But uhh, somethin tells me that you're bluffin me homes
That you're not, who you seem to be don't fuck with me homes
Cause nowadays I can see you comin a mile away
And I don't like your style eh (okay)

[Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
- God damn!
I gotta deal with everybody else puttin me down
I've been puttin in work for as long as I've been around
Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town
I rap with an accent and I got my own sound
Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am
One proud Mexican, {?}en mi criste penaten{?}
Lowridin down the avenue, doin what it is I do
Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you
How could I expect you to respect me any other way
Can I get a "si mon" (si mon), can I get an "orale" (orale!)
Andele, there we go
Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co (whoa)

[Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
You got somethin to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne
(It's my turn)
You don't like me, don't play it, simple as that
(And, I, just, don't, stop)
(See, you, at, the, top) That's right
You can do what you do I'll do what I do
(And, I, just, don't, stop)
(See, you, at, the, top)
(And, I, just, don't, stop)
(See, you, at, the, top) [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Nasty Rock"
(feat. Fingazz)

"Nasty Rock"
(feat. Fingazz)



[Fingazz:]
Oooh, baby
Rock it
Rock it
We got the nasty rock
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
I think it's time, we press rewind
See what we find, keep it in mind
Open your eyes, you might be suprised
Music you hop to (In your lowride)
Bumpin' until you get all the way life
Ladies lovin' inside, they slip when I slide
It's a party on wheels, at least, that's how it feels
You think that I'm jokin' (They know I'm for real)
I fly like a kite, to spark up a night
Throw it on three wheel when I make a right
Or when I make a left, either way, it looks tight
Candy color flaked out, makes it look right
Chrome always shinin', it's almost blindin'
Hit the switch and this, faster than lightnin'
Keep it old school, so I jam the box
My caro gots a nasty rock

[Chorus: Fingazz]
I got the nasty rock
Rock it, baby
Nasty, but classy
A little bit flashy, yeah
I got the nasty rock
Rock it, baby
So rock
Rock
Rock
Rock
Nasty rock

[Verse 2:]
Gots no shock, so I bounce a lot
Payin' shit like more bounce to the ounce a lot
Watchin' the cops, they harass the block
Ladies love it, they rubbin' their nasty spot
"Rob, can you stop? "
I say, "Why not? "
"I just want some of your nasty rock
In the parking lot
It's not my fault, it's your fault, cause you got me hot"
You like the way, I say what I say
Like when I lay, down my Chevrolet
And bounce my carucha, people, y'all trucha
Lookin' all loc'ed out, in my cachucha
I don't understand, why I get out of hand
It feels naturally, you would think that is planned
Now, switch at me, girl, don't even ask me
Jump in the ride and prepare to get nasty

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nasty but classy, a little bit, flashy
Chrome on the carriage, candy on the chasis
Looks sweet enough to eat, but I eat off the streets
Freaky behaviors moves, I could cross fader
I'm all up in the mix, love to hit the switch
Love to see these chicks, licking on their lips
Take my fingertips, grip them on their hips
Cause they're all of that, and a bag of chips
They say, "Oh my God, Ese Lil Rob
Mr. Twelve-Eighteen, hittin' like a fiend"
Don't be starting shit, you know what I mean
Hit the higher switch, keep my Davis clean
Rollin' on 13's, with the gangster lean
Always on, we always need some gasoline
Hoppin' at the stop, and it just don't stop
Ese Lil Rob, with the nasty rock

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Natural High"

"Natural High"


been busy, been busy, been busy......

[lighter sparking up]
[inhale, cough]

[Lil' Rob speaking]
What's up?
Lil' Rob
Back on my own
The way it should be
The only way that it can be
Let's take to the sky

[Lil' Rob]
Pack my pipa full of grieffa
Just like my woman
I could never leave her, cheat her, need her
So I take a puff and another puff
Exhale, then I take a breather
Cause I'll take my time and do it right
I know where I'll be tonight
Clouding the night in my mind
Feelin' fine, this is mine
You wanna get high?
Well come back another time
When you really want to fly
Cause I plan to take it to the point
Where I don't know my name
Won't even know where I'm at
But want to come back
To this place, where I sit
Rather your lips will take a hit
Prepare for licked, bring the pipe
Or a spliff I hit is swiff
God's gift, to this world, got me in a twirl
In a whirl, everything I see is plural
I'm just blasing, hallucinating
And I can't lie, smoking crepa chocolate tie
Lemon teardrops falling from my eye
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

[chorus]
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

[Lil' Rob]
I can smoke it on my own
Never leave me alone
I'm in my zone
Stoned to the bone
Me in the dark, sittin' in the park
Forgettin' everything that hurts my heart
So I spark another joan, what's the poem?
Escape from reality, into a fantasy
That's sexuality, feel the passion
When the smoke is passin'
Everlastin' type of bud
When I smoke my buds
Takes me to a place
Smile upon my face
Cause she sets me free
From the things I see
Let me be somebody, hear my plea
It's only me, I'd rather be lonely
Roll it on my own, cause I hold my own
Toke it on my own, used to think of dyin'
Now I think of flyin', like I've never flown
Spread my wings and fly
Why lie? It's something that I can't deny
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

[chorus]
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

[Lil' Rob]
Life is like a maze
Gots me in a craze
So I hide away in marijuanas maze
Change my evil ways
Stay another day
Captured in the rapture
Love the way she plays
Gots me feelin' very loose
Dizziness, love it when I feel like this
I'm real like this, smokin' all this flavored shit
It's time to call it quits
But once again my lighter flicks
And I take another puff
Just can't get enough
Of this happiness
Smoking canibus
Devotion to my potent potions
What I've chosen, love it when my time is frozen
Gots me in that motion, like I'm close to floatin'
Takin' to the sky, when I want to fly
And I'm sittin' on my cloud, like Joe Buton
Don't stop now, la grafepa gone, and I'm gone
It's the wicked, slicked, slide, type a guy
With, it's something that you can't deny
Take to the sky, on your natural high
Till the day you die

[chorus]
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

Ooooo
Lil' Rob
Roll me another, mmmmm
Feels so good up in my chest
No stress
When I'm smoking on Maryjane
Ooooo, she's callin' my name
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take to the sky

[chorus]
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

Take to the sky, yea

 

[fox69]

"Naughty Boy"

"Naughty Boy"


[Lil' Rob: Talkin]
Hey what's happenin
Yeah it's me, Lil' Rob
A.K.A. The Naughty Boy

[Chorus]
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy
Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy
You don't wanna play house
Wish I'm me voy
N-A-U-G-H-T, Y

[Lil' Rob]
Now when it comes to rockin rolas, I got the connecta
Lil' Rob, all up in tu area, neta
Don't mistake me for no gang or no clika
Ain't no man in this world who can fill me sneakers
I'm N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, let me take you home, girl I'd love to bone
Let me do you doggy style so we both can watch tv
L-I-L-R-O-B, from S-D, that's me
A.K.A. Naughty Boy, aqui estoy
Every where I got those hynas yell, "rock me boy"
I'm toppin out on my cylinders
And when it comes to money
I'm makin feria like millionaries
A hundred spoke daytons as I roll down the calle
In my 6-3, hop 33 down the valle
Plus I got some yerba, leva wanna smoke?
Fuck you, remember you kicked me down when I was broke
You just got broke

[Chorus]
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy
Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy
You don't wanna play house
Wish I'm me voy
I got's to go, baby doll I got to go

N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy
Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy
You don't wanna play house
Wish I'm me voy
N-A-U-G-H-T, Y

[Lil' Rob]
I like to sleep all day until the sun goes down
And hit the down, and fuck it up until the sun comes up
Some times I'm drunk, some times I'm high
I'm always wicked, I'm always slick, I'm always sly
Leave alittle bit of room and I'll slide by
And fuck up your program just like a drive by
Ain't funny how time flies, my my
Time for you to say night night, bye bye
Havin naughty dreams of naughty things
Everybody loves every thing that boy that naughty brings
Spit my verses like viruses
Make you sick like my style is
Split your wig like a stylist
I'm makin my list and I'm checkin it twice
Checkin which hynas been naughty or nice
You only live once so you can't do it twice
So make being naughty a part of your life

[Chorus]

[Lil' Rob]
I love to hear your body talk
Love your little naughty walk
Love the way you fall
Into your naughty crawl
My eyes open wide
Can't believe what I saw
Fine ass baby doll
Panties and a bra, that's all
Naughty girl, naughty world
Aqui estoy, naughty boy
You can play with me
But naughty boy's not a toy
Mischeiveious, disobedient
So when you're needin it
I want to be the one givin it
Because you're radiant
Thought improper, you're a show stopper
The show must go on, Naughty Boy live in concert
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y b-u-y the ultimate
Consider yourself fortunate
I'm some one who you won't forget
Some one you won't regret
No ones ever told me yet
Claimin your naughty like me
Baby you haven't showed me yet
I can make you soakin wet
Put my lips apon your neck
Feelins why they all me naughty
Tingles all through out your body

[Chorus]

[Lil' Rob: Talkin]
Woof, que perro
Yeah, naughty boy
That's how we put it down