(feat. Royal T, Yogi)
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[Lil' Rob]
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Hey what's up baby
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Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob
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Yeah, that's me
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Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T
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And my homeboy Yogi
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You know what I mean
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San Diego's finest, you know what I'm saying
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What's your name
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[Lil' Rob]
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Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas
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Donde estavas en toda mi vida
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I've never seen a seA±orita more bonita
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My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya
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Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side
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You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged
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You replied if you decide to see me again
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Just give me a ring, I'm sitting for a frigging weekend
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You're my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona
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I've got what you want, and you've got what I want
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We both like what we see, I like the way you love me
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With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes
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As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby
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When I tell you to jump you ask how high
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Even if I expect you to fly, it's time for me to fly
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But you tell me what's so good about good-bye
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[Chorus x2: Lil' Rob]
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I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around
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If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down
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(So what you wanna do)
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I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around
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If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down
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(So what you wanna do)
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[Royal T]
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I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow
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Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe
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Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain
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And after we stroke they be like "What's your name?"
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I say "Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter
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The True Player baby, the puss go-getter"
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See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means
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Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene
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Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me
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You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely
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Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown
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And I never player hate because I hold my ground
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They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico
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And everybody knows ain't no guarantee like Chico
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Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote
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Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke
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[Chorus x2]
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[Lil' Rob]
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Let's get down, that's right
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San Diego Clique
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Don't act like you don't know us
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Lil' Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi
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Ponle
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[Yogi]
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Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look
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Hit the avenue, I'm putting freaks in my phonebook
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You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho
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You wasn't trying to deal with me before my demo
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But now you be screaming out "Papi, te quiero"
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Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto
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I love pretty things on the dance floor
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Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms
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You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak
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Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks
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The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico
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Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes
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Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita
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Now she's with amigas, me rolling with clickas
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I'ma juela la jolita, what's up mamacita
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I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa
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[Chorus x4]
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So What You Wanna Do
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| Lil' Rob |
