Mexican Gangster 2 Lyrics - Lil' Rob

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 shit 

And all these people call me a stupid ass spic 

You call me a spic and I'll take you out silly sucker 

'cause you ain't nothing but a stupid ass motherfucker 

Go ahead and start your shit, start your pleito 

But you'll find that you'll lose when you fuck 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 fucking city man 

I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine 

To all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havin 

About not being down for the town 

A crazy little vato fuckin 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 fuck about what you punks got to say 

'cause I'm that crazy Mexicano down to fuckin 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 fuck 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 shit 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 bass, 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 fucking up these levas 

I don't give a fuck and I don't think I ever will 

I kill 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 shit