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Lil Rob lyrics Do My Thing lyrics This is Lil' Rob Lil' Rob comin at you with my own style You wanna know about me look me up in the gang file And you will see just how I'm living I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to A little vato going a little fuckin loco Was just out of hand, not poco Because all these vatos talkin shit about a homey When they don't even fuckin know me They said they kicked my ass, they say I got shot But when I heard that I started laughing on the spot Cause what the fuck is that all bout They say I'm dead so I had to put this tape out To let these levas know they're all about bullshit And that these vatos got to quit while they're ahead Before they look stupid You say you don't talk shit but I know you did So you put a filero to my neck you fuckin LEVA What the fuck's next? A cuete to my head did I cry? I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride I got a pussy ass voice so you say But you listen to it anyway You say I can't rap but where the fuck are you Just keep talking shit cause that's what little kids do So remember this line for the first time You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine Now fuck that shit up {Chorus) "Doo Wah Ditty" Lil' Rob not even puttin' in one hundred percent But if I did you know that no one could get close Because I'm the man with the most Don't brag or boast but I'm a vato from the West Coast Southern Califa's down for the Brown thing And San Diego is the name of the city that I was brought up in But the gang life I was caught up in Started backin' little levas every weekend Yeah I know I'm skinny but I ain't down for the tweakin' Go off smoke marijuana; si mon the Mary Jane God damn but I don't use God's name in vain So I take that back ese con respecto Cause I got respect, something you'll never get though A little vato now seventeen with a glock I got my finger on the trigger, not afraid to pull it ese So don't tempt the man behind the gun Because this vato might have you on the run And at the same time cryin, shoot down your legs but holmes is still tryin to get away But hell ya gotta pay Pump the fucker back and let the shotgun spray Until you lie there dead Just for talkin shit you got a bullet in your head So if you persist to go on with the shit talkin You best keep walking cause this vato's gonna be stalking your ass Harassing it more than the hura Or maybe not the hura pero homey keep trucha Or better yet just don't fuck around ese Cause I don't like killing off the Brown ese So remember this line for the second time You do your thing holmes but I'ma do mine Other Lil Rob lyrics: Brown Crowd lyrics Crazy Life lyrics Jump In The Ride lyrics Mexican Gangster lyrics Oh What A Night lyrics Pachucos Night lyrics Shells Stackin Up lyrics Somethin 2 Relate 2 lyrics Soy Chingon lyrics Stop, Look And Listen lyrics The Payback lyrics High Till I Die lyrics I Remember lyrics La Cantina lyrics La Cantina (remix) lyrics Let Me Try lyrics No One To Depend On lyrics No Soy De Ti lyrics Those Who Talk lyrics Wickie Wicked lyrics Apocalypse lyrics Fuckin Wit My Bizzness lyrics Go Ahead lyrics If You Should Lose Me lyrics Leva, Leva, Leva, Leva Die lyrics Mexican Gangster 2 lyrics Natural High lyrics The Outcome lyrics I Ll Kill You lyrics Rumors lyrics Still Smokin (supermix Part 1) lyrics Still Smokin (supermix Part 2) lyrics Take To The Sky lyrics Wicked, Wicked, Wicked lyrics |