Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dttx & Ese , by - Lil Rob. Release date: 12.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dttx & Ese |
| Smash the dash, you know I’m all about the cash |
| I burn it up like hash, Low Pro staff |
| After that why don’t you tell me who you thought it was |
| We just some felons, always keep bailing |
| There ain’t no telling what we coming with next |
| Large amounts, break it off in sets, homey you know |
| Import to export, it’s all affordable |
| Portable, tranferring up to State, date current |
| Lil' Rob and me we like some Ceaser Lenos |
| Al Pacinos, John Gottis, Gambinos |
| Making hits for all you so called rap cliques |
| Who talking hella loud but you ain’t really saying shit |
| We get it started, hot like fire |
| Keep em rolling like rims and tires, cut it up like barbed-wire |
| We here to shine where it rain and ain’t sunny |
| Cuz we all about our money, ain’t a damn thing funny |
| (D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob) |
| We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches |
| If you don’t know it’s on, then I’ll tell you that it’s on bitches |
| (D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob) |
| No matter if the stakes are high |
| We gonna ride till the day we die |
| (D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob) |
| We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches |
| If you don’t know it’s on, then I’ll tell you that it’s on bitches |
| (D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob) |
| We gonna shine where it rain, and ain’t sunny |
| Cuz we all about our money, ain’t a damn thing funny |
| L-I-L R-O-B from S-D |
| Dropping it with the D-double-T, X |
| Fool you need some Kleenex |
| Mocosos, vamosos, you are like a nosto but you ain’t even coastal |
| Lil' Rob be the bomba, 2001 even more so |
| Keep trucha, I’ll shoot ya |
| With a gang of raps man |
| Dropping way more bombs than the Gap Band |
| Old school like Pac Man |
| I pack jams, pulling a bunch of shit |
| A bunch of bumping shit, a bunch of shit you can’t fuck with |
| You’ll find me three-wheeling it |
| Or with a Corona and a brown bag homey tilting it, and killing it |
| And when I’m done I’ll grab another one |
| Write you another hit cuz you can’t get enough of em |
| You’ve loving em |
| Who be that vato that can rock the spot? |
| Ese Lil' Rob |
| Who be that vato that just can’t be stopped? |
| Ese Lil' Rob |
| Ponle punk |
| We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches |
| If you don’t know it’s on, then I’ll tell you that it’s on bitches |
| And we coming from out of bounds, so bare with me |
| Mi amigo, hit me with the steelo |
| Mero mero, listo with the filero |
| Harder than Heavy Metal and it’s on till the dust settle |
| Keep it cracking from beginning to end |
| Perkilating, bubbilating, and hard core ministrating |
| You can’t see Lil' Rob and me |
| We just some OG’s flowing from the shores out in Cali |
| We in the mix, and floating a fly six |
| And ain’t got no time for those haters and tricks |
| Let the clock tick, bout to explode, cold piece of work |
| Hear what I’m saying, knowing that we done did dirt |
| Cop a piece homey, what the deal |
| Infamous boss players, homey we keep it real |