Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So What You Wanna Do?, artist - Lil Rob. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
So What You Wanna Do? |
| Hey what’s up baby |
| Yeah, they call me Lil’Rob |
| Yeah, that’s me Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T And my homeboy Yogi |
| You know what I mean |
| San Diego’s finest, you know what I’m saying |
| What’s your name |
| Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas |
| Donde estavas en toda mi vida |
| I’ve never seen a se? |
| orita more bonita |
| My name is Lil’Rob, nice to mean ya Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side |
| You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged |
| You replied if you decide to see me again |
| Just give me a ring, I’m sitting for a frigging weekend |
| You’re my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona |
| I’ve got what you want, and you’ve got what I want |
| We both like what we see, I like the way you love me With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes |
| As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby |
| When I tell you to jump you ask how high |
| Even if I expect you to fly, it’s time for me to fly |
| But you tell me what’s so good about good-bye |
| I can’t stick around, ain’t got time to dick around |
| If you wanna get down let’s get down, let’s get down |
| (So what you wanna do) |
| I can’t stick around, ain’t got time to dick around |
| If you wanna get down let’s get down, let’s get down |
| (So what you wanna do) |
| I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow |
| Cuz I’m dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe |
| Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain |
| And after we stroke they be like «What's your name?» |
| I say «Mr. |
| Sancho, the one hitter then quitter |
| The True Player baby, the puss go-getter» |
| See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means |
| Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene |
| Ain’t no player in the streets who play the game like me You tight? |
| You might be, but like me? |
| That’s unlikely |
| Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown |
| And I never player hate because I hold my ground |
| They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico |
| And everybody knows ain’t no guarantee like Chico |
| Five minutes of converstation and that’s all she wrote |
| Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke |
| Let’s get down, that’s right |
| San Diego Clique |
| Don’t act like you don’t know us Lil’Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi |
| Ponle |
| Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look |
| Hit the avenue, I’m putting freaks in my phonebook |
| You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho |
| You wasn’t trying to deal with me before my demo |
| But now you be screaming out «Papi, te quiero» |
| Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto |
| I love pretty things on the dance floor |
| Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms |
| You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak |
| Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks |
| The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico |
| Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes |
| Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita |
| Now she’s with amigas, me rolling with clickas |
| I’ma juela la jolita, what’s up mamacita |
| I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa |