Lil Rob - Mexican Gangster 2 lyrics

Orale Orale pues it's me The L-I-L R-O-B The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling sh** And all these people call me a stupid a** spic You call me a spic and I'll take you out silly s**er 'cause you ain't nothing but a stupid a** motherf**er Go ahead and start your sh**, start your pleito But you'll find that you'll lose when you f** with San Diego Now listen up to what I've got to say I'm down for San Diego and I'm down with LA And saves que? they're both down with me And it's a trip 'cause I got primos in every f**ing city man I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine To all you little sh** talkin putos I'm not havin About not being down for the town A crazy little vato f**in it up for the Brown You see I'm down for the 619 Fools saying I'm doing bad, but I'm just doing fine Not giving a f** about what you punks got to say 'cause I'm that crazy Mexicano down to f**in spray You know what I'm saying leva, and you know it's true Someone's got to win and someone's got to lose, and I never lose So you know I can't be that ranker You want to know who the f** I am? I'm the Mexican Gangster Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Mexican Gangster numero dos Simon, I'm back once again a little different since back then Four years later, four years brighter Back with some sh** like llesca taking you higher High, high, high like to the ceiling, I can't fight the feeling If I had a million, bucks what would I do I'd smoke up my llesca tree I swear to God ese, about three times as tall as me Oh man what would I do without my mija What would I do all dressed up without mi grifa I ain't joking, the homies don't call me Prankster It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale Got those beats that thump that you bump 'cause I know you like the ba**, it humps Making you wonder where the hell I've been for four years It's not because of fears, so let's just make that clear Now just hear what I say when I say what I gotta say man Coming at you quick, you don't even got time to pray In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost Man it's time to get ghost, no time to watch these putos roast Coasting, down the block f**ing up these levas I don't give a f** and I don't think I ever will I k** for thrills, fat bills is what I'm folding Mexican Gangster 2 the title, is the title I'm holding Scolding all these fools, simon I'm controlling my city All these vatos wanting pero they know they can't hang with me Shoot me, that's what you want to do man But if you shoot at me, you best believe I'm gonna shoot you too man Going insane when I click, click, click 'cause I'm that crazy Hispanic, I'm the Mexican Gangster Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling sh**