From Dago To La Lyrics - Lil' Rob

[Frank V] 

Frank V, coming straight out of Los 

Yeah 

[Lil' Rob] 

Lil' Rob, representing my city San Diego, Southern Califas 

[Frank V] 

Once again it's on, coming back at that ass with another hit (Simon) 

Straight out of Low Profile Records 

Let's drop this shit, a little something like this 

[Frank V] 

I got some shit to make them all stop hating 

I got some dick to make you and that bitch stop waiting 

And I got a trick that'll make you fall in love 

And you can have that bitch for just a couple of dubs 

Frank V is on some sick shit, some fat shit 

Some wait, a Latin rapper can't rap like that shit 

I been payed, been laid 

You just been sprayed with some shit that I just made 

No fade, bald headed fuck it keep your credit 

My shit's clean, supreme unleaded 

Lowride all day, hit the pad grab the Porsche 

Hit the ranch, ride the white horse full force 

Look for me in the Source, you'll be a looking motherfucker 

But look at the bank, you might see big Frank 

Cashing a check or two, that's what the hell I do 

You don't like how I'm living, well fuck you 

[Chorus x2] 

Its all good from Dago to LA 

Frank V and Lil' Rob making that major pay 

In a Caddy coupe, 64 rag Chevrolet 

We drink tequila straight, man fuck that tanqueray 

[Lil' Rob] 

Let me do things my way, get the fuck out of my way I'm coming like this 

With a twist like No Twist, everybody wishes they could flow like this 

Lil' Rob be the sickest 

Little vato representing the city of San Diego to the fullest 

Bullshit, is what you be giving me, but you can't get rid of me 

Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob), without me there will never be 

Anything good to listen to ey 

At least thats the way I see it homeboy, what about you ey (the same way) 

I like to play from Saturday to Saturday 

From month to month from year to year like the Fifth of May to the Fifth of May, ole 

And I put that on the hairs of my chiny-chin-chin 

You don't want to begin, something that you can't fin-ish 

What you partners thought I'd be gone, what's wrong 

You don't like my song, can't please everyone, but you ain't anyone 

You ain't nobody, Lil' Rob rocking it just for a little while 

So let me do things my way, my way Lil' Rob style style 

[Chorus x2] 

[Frank V] 

I be that vato, who got you on the stage 

Mr. Sancho, returning your lady's page 

Now you're in a rage, pissed off and disgusted 

That's why I ain't got to lady, (why not) can't be trusted 

Vatos hooked on hoes like China White without being stepped on 

That's why I kicked the habit and then kept on 

It's hard enough these days to make cash and win 

Without a bitch asking me were the fuck have I been 

Franky Baby is too clean for that, too payed for that 

I'm a genuine player, not bitch made like that 

My shit sells 'cause it's tight, raid like that 

But don't keep it at home, 'cause pigs run raids like that 

It's still put down like it should be 

From SD to that big bad 213 

[Chorus x2]