Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get A Grip, artist - Lil Rob.
Date of issue: 05.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get A Grip |
Alright |
Yeah |
Aye man |
I can’t trust nobody |
Gotta watch these fools |
Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit |
Never know just what they’ll do |
So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage |
Good enough to do the damage |
Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click |
So before I reach for that clip |
All these vatos need to get a grip |
These pinche vatos don’t like me |
Vato never met me |
Vato likes to talk though |
Roll him up like a taco |
Do him gatcho |
Homeboy whats the problema |
Put you’re name on this balas |
Scratch you’re name off Leva |
Fucking haters |
You’d don’t like me cuz my rap |
Maybe cuz you can’t put it down like this or like that and thats a fact |
You got a long way to go before you fucking with me homes |
San Diego the city that I spit for |
Puts it on the map ese what you talking shit for |
Simon homey Imma get more |
Keep it bouncing like a Fleetwood against a 64 |
We’ll try a double talk and flip the script |
Fuck around and get your lip slip real quick an shit |
No need to hear that |
I tilt my beer back |
Until I’m spittin so hot so hot and it don’t stop |
I can’t trust nobody |
Gotta watch these fools |
Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit |
Never know just what they’ll do |
So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage |
Good enough to do the damage |
Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click |
So before I reach for that clip |
All these vatos need to get a grip |
Vatos hasn’t been out in a while |
I hope he just forgets and gets out |
Waits to long to come back |
Gets left out |
But that ain’t happened homeboy |
It’s time to stress out |
Cuz I ain’t going nowhere |
You got a problem |
We can step out |
If there’s anything I learned from the brawl |
It’s the bigger they are |
The harder they fall |
And the smaller they are |
The faster they run |
But I won’t run |
Win or loose a little blood on my shoes |
A couple bruse on my fist |
Handcuffs on my wrist |
Just for putting it down |
And getting em up |
Just like this |
Homey get sick like sida |
Out on the Calle |
Living la vida loca |
Where we get crazy on the daily |
I remember being crazy even as a baby |
I was chilling |
A future microphone villain |
I would pick it up |
And spot on the mic |
And call it a night |
I can’t trust nobody |
Gotta watch these fools |
Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit |
Never know just what they’ll do |
So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage |
Good enough to do the damage |
Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click |
So before I reach for that clip |
All these vatos need to get a grip |
Simon I used to know him |
I don’t know him no more |
Yeah we kicked it |
But I can’t associate myself with bitches |
Ratas or snakes |
Phonies or fakes |
One time is all it takes |
There’s no room for mistakes |
Those are the breaks |
I’m one of the greats |
L-R the great 1218 |
The one they hate |
And I’ll be spittin' |
Mic ripping until I can’t no more |
Giving all these silly suckas what they’re asking for |
I can’t trust nobody |
Gotta watch these fools |
Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit |
Never know just what they’ll do |
So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage |
Good enough to do the damage |
Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click |
So before I reach for that clip |
All these vatos need to get a grip |