Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Rascal, artist - B.o.B. Album song Who The F#*ck Is B.o.B?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Little Rascal |
Ever since I was a little rascal — I’ve been huggin that block |
Nigga settin up shop, catch me runnin from the cops |
Ever since I was a little rascal — we been fuckin them bitches |
Gotta keep your eye on the riches |
All my niggaz get your money — otay? |
Otay — otay? |
Otay — otay? |
Otay |
All my bitches get yo' money — otay? |
Otay — otay? |
Otay — otay? |
Otay |
Ha ha ha! |
Look |
Well ever since I was a little rascal |
had empty pockets, ashy knees, what a afro |
All the neighbors called me Bad Ass Lil' Bastard |
They said I was bad cause I was always skippin classes |
Dickin church girls where my daddy was the pastor |
Now I’m rookie of the year |
All of my peers never though that they would see me here |
But now I’m sittin here, chillin while I’m sippin beers |
Bitches cookin fo' me, cleanin out my ears (whazzup?) |
But way back den, when I got kept back |
I wasn’t in the 10th, it was 9 and a half |
Cause I was on the grind, tryin to get some stacks |
Thought cash would make me happy so I up and hit the trap |
We grew up in the slums, since we were young |
Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons |
And destined not to make it, since we was babies |
But everythang’s fine and we doin okay |
Geah, geah, ay, ay, AYYY! |
I was a lil' nigga (nigga) from a lil' city (city) |
A lil' Cali man that’s where the streets is never pretty |
It’s where the girls is cute and the cops they treat you shitty |
I grew up listenin to The Click and Cutthroat Committee |
The Fresh Prince of the city, I’m tryin to get it in |
My nigga did the Beanie, doin 15 in the pen |
I think his name is Ken, I’m chasin his name is Ben |
I’m talkin Franklin, I keep the tree stankin |
Niggaz tried to test the boy, what is ya thankin? |
«Mo' Money Mo' Problems"boyyy, call me (Mason) |
(Betha), I’m somethin like a weak nigga tester |
When I was young if you snitched, then you was on a stretcher |
I’m so good at chess but these niggaz is playin checkers |
Nigga watch your mess I saw a dude die for lesser |
YA-DA-DA! |
It’s a cold world after all |
As a little rascal all I want to do is ball and I fall |
We grew up in the slums, since we were young |
Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons |
And destined not to make it, since we was babies |
But everythang’s fine and we doin okay |