Hey ladies, who you come to see?
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Is it the L-I-L to the R-O- to the B
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"Lil Rob", say it for me loud.
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How come I say my name so much?
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Because I'm proud like the impressions
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Along with Curtis Mayfield too ...
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I'm so proud of you
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You know the jam,I'm the oldie man
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Some say that I'm the oldie man
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Who can make a rap jam
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Without fucking up the oldie jam
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I always am, and I always will be
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That one you love to hate
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Lil Rob now still be
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People wanna kill me
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Over all this rap shit
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Can't get over that shit
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Now they want me in a casket
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Rumor has it, that I'm one of the baddest
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Lil vato raperos with rhymes that are massive,
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Gigantic, and deeper then Atlantis
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You wanna be like me homie,
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You better fucking practice.
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Chorus:
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When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When the rain drops stop falling from the sky,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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Been doing this a long time
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Now I'm busting strong rhymes
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Know about the thin lines
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Trying to keep shit in line
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And I know it's my time
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for some reason I'm not trying
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But with out my music out
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Homie, I'm slowly dying
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That's something I know they want
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Something that I don't want
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Lil Rob the nickname
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The nickname they forgot
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Yeah he used to bust raps
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And make people clap
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Everyone's got their albums out
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But where's his at
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He said it'd be out long time ago
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He said that a long time ago
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Where'd all the time go
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Can't see that like a blind-fold
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Hey have you seen me Mr. Husseiney
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Say that I'll be back
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But that's my dissappearing act.
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When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
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and the rain stops falling from the sky,
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and old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
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When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two.
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That's When I'll stop.
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Chorus:
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When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When the rain drops stop falling from the sky,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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Remember when I was younger I would hunger
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For the chance to be a star
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Here we are, how bizarre, how far will a take
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Will I make it, have I already made it
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What'd you think about my album after you played it?
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Was it good, was it bad, was it bad, meaning good?
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I could take this to the top ese, I really could.
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We need more Mexicans on CD
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More Mexicans on TV.
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Never forget where I come from
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And that's what keeps me
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Who I am, aw man its you again
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The man up in the mirror,
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The only lil vato that I fear
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Sometimes I don't like to see you, don't like to be you.
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Wishing on a star for all the things that I could re-do
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See through, all you, are you, who you
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Said you claim to be last time that you came to me
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Or maybe you just came to see
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If Lil Rob was still dropping it
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Fuck yeah, there ain't no stopping it
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Chorus:
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When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When the rain drops stop falling from the sky,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two,
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That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
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That's When I'll Stop
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| Lil' Rob |
