(Lil' Rob) I want you to sit back close your eyes Think about all those wonderful times that we use to have here Now I know things aren't the way they
this way since Junior High, everybody whispering shit But like I said before jealous was never cool not even a little bit I know you're phony, but who's the one who
looking for the fool who shot my Primo Cruisin' slow and guess who we see so We crept up in the Bomba and took a look So Lil' Rob said, "Que onda" I
'm here with two controversial rappers from the city Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow aka the Mayhem Click And we're talking about rumors Now Lil' Rob we understand
[Lil' Rob (Talkin)] Hey what's happenin Yeah it's me, Lil' Rob A.K.A. The Naughty Boy [Chorus] N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy You
, don't frown Ready for showdowns, I got more sold than MoTown bumping in your town Who's got the flows now? Who's running the shows now? The wicked wicked Lil' Rob
you for using MCI ESE, CHOLO! [Butt-head] heh heh he? Who? Damn't, for the last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Lil' Rob] It
side, the other side The other side Everybody talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil' Rob that Well there's a man behind these shades, babydoll you better believe that A man who
wit two controversial rappers from the city Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow A-K-A The Mayhem Click And we're talkin' about rumors Now Lil' Rob we understand
i aint worried bout it niggas paying 32 with outa problem my plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving) that aint snich scale who you
, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those
this planet Rob won't do for you I'ma pick u up in my Phantom Babe Hit the club and go jukin babe Drink a lil somethin, sing a lil somethin And roll
nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn
[Lil' Rob Talking] Southern California Home of low-ridin' Gang-bangin' and shit California [Chorus](Lil' Rob) I was raised in the streets of California
must be genetic To get in trouble with the law, take on the realest Write on the walls, that's what I used to do Smokin' a joint or two, Lil' Rob getting
down, don't frown Ready for showdowns, I got more sold than MoTown bumping in your town Who's got the flows now? Who's running the shows now? The wicked wicked Lil' Rob