| You know everybody’s talkin about me and shit right now
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| Y’all wonder what I’m gonna do next
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| Well check it out
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| The more people that love me. |
| the more people that hate me.
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| But I ain’t trippin I just do what I do
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| Keep it true to myself, you can’t break me
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| (Lil Rob)
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| Everybody wants to know what Lil Rob is soundin like
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| The same way as always, homey, dy-no-mite
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| They say, out of sight well then out of mind
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| Well I’m out of sight but I’m in yo' mind and I don’t mind
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| Homey, I’m just tryin to keep with the times
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| Spit rhymes that are always on time, and try to climb
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| They wanna hate on me for stupid-ass shit
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| Pay them no mind, can’t believe they’re doin that shit
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| I can’t believe they’re even cool with that shit
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| Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch
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| If you’re not — the kind of homey I could pull a crime with
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| Then you’re not — the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with
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| And you’re not — the kind of homeboy I associate with
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| What’chu got bitch, I won’t even negotiate with, shit
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| (Chorus: Lil Rob)
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| The more people that love me. |
| the more people that hate me.
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| But I ain’t trippin I just do what I do
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| Keep it true to myself, you can’t break me (it's my turn)
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| I’m shootin for the top of the world
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| Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah (it's my turn)
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| I’ll see you at the top of the world
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| I’ll be waitin at the top of the world
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| (Lil Rob)
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| — You can’t stop me!
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| I always continue to do my thing
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| No matter, what you do no matter what you bring
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| You’re mad at me, for what? |
| Cause I’m tryin
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| To open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck?
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| Come on homey, I’m as real as they come
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| Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum
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| The kind of man to offer you a drink
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| And hold a conversation with you to see how you think
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| But uhh, somethin tells me that you’re bluffin me homes
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| That you’re not, who you seem to be don’t fuck with me homes
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| Cause nowadays I can see you comin a mile away
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| And I don’t like your style eh (okay)
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| (Lil Rob)
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| — God damn!
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| I gotta deal with everybody else puttin me down
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| I’ve been puttin in work for as long as I’ve been around
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| Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town
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| I rap with an accent and I got my own sound
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| Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am
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| One proud Mexican, en mi criste penaten
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| Lowridin down the avenue, doin what it is I do
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| Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you
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| How could I expect you to respect me any other way
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| Can I get a «sķ mon» (sķ mon), can I get an «orale» (orale!)
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| Andele, there we go
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| Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co (whoa)
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| (Lil Rob)
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| You got somethin to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne
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| (It's my turn)
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| You don’t like me, don’t play it, simple as that
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| (And, I, just, don’t, stop)
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| (See, you, at, the, top) That’s right
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| You can do what you do I’ll do what I do
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| (And, I, just, don’t, stop)
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| (See, you, at, the, top)
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| (And, I, just, don’t, stop)
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| (See, you, at, the, top) |