Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Ya, artist - Lil Rob. Album song DJ Supermix, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GZR, lpg
Song language: English
Oh Ya |
Orale |
What’s up man |
Back once again |
Giving you somthing to relate to |
I’m kicking back at my pad |
Getting it through with my familia otra ves |
It’s time to bail out and get out of this mess |
So they don’t really like my ways |
And they don’t really give a damn about what I say |
So I jump in the carrucha, keep trucha |
I’m strolling through the town steady scraping the ground |
Now I’m lighting up the area |
Some staring at me suprised I’m still alive |
Cuz back in the day I got shot homey |
Because we let the bullets fly |
But that don’t mean I’ll lecture you how I almost died |
Why did this chump survive, that’s why I’m still alive |
Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95 |
Ain’t no stopping me now |
Lil' Rob is on the prowl |
Don’t ask me how cuz I don’t have to explain it |
Don’t ask me how cuz it’s too complicated |
For you uneducated vatos to learn |
You try to creep up but you sleep cuz I’m rolling nine deep |
And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from me |
You must be stupid, you’re acting like a dummy with the |
L-I-L R-O-B |
I’m the L-I-L R-O-B |
L-I-L R-O-B |
I’m the L-I-L R-O-B |
Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man |
It’s Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders |
I’ve never done it, but I’ve seen more crytal than Folgers |
I guess you could say I’ve got my choice |
Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice |
People buying up my vocals |
Sometimes they’re mellow and sometimes they’re loco |
Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-side |
Rolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glide |
I’ve got my hyna on the side of me |
She’s on the right of me, and she’s looking so damn fine to me |
Hey babe, come a little closer |
So that Lil' Rob can hold ya |
As I drop a little taste for my race |
Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face |
Simon we’re rolling, rag-top folding |
We’re cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low |
They never fail to harrass us |
Always pulling us over never ever will they pass us |
I’m living life on the calle so let me tell it |
If you don’t know my name ese then let me spell it |
Hey man, I’m only twenty |
Some people say «Lil' Rob get out the gang» |
But then they say it like if it ain’t no thang |
But see, even if I say I don’t claim |
They still know my face and they still know my name |
I see some vatos that I hate |
But I won’t hit them up because I’m trying to get my life straight |
But they decide to hit me up instead |
I’m on their leva, they’re the ones who want me dead |
So um, what am I supposed to do? |
It’s time to show these fools |
In the crazy life man their ain’t no rules |
And you gotta understand |
I’m doing the same damn thing as any other man |
You can call it gang violence or call in what you will |
But even the most innocent man will kill |
Stay still, as I drop shit reality |
All the gente talking that petho cuz they just can’t handle me |
Because I speak about the real, and how I feel |
And I still kick back with the homeboys from the hood |
But to the Man upstairs, I’m trying to do good |
Yeah man, you gotta understand |
You may call it a gang thing |
But you’d do the same thing tambien |
Right, giving you something to relate to |