Artist: Lil' Rob Album: Still Smokin'/Chicano Rap Vol. 1 (Compilation) Song: Mexican Gangster, Pt. 2 Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com [Lil' Rob] Orale (Verse 1) Orale pues, it's me, the L-I-L R-O-B The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for S.D. San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit And all these people call me A stupid ass spic You call me a spic, I'll take you out, silly sucker Cause you ain't nothin' but a stupid ass motherfucker (Stupid 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 L.A. And sabes que, they're both down with me And it's a trip, cause I got primos in every fuckin' city, man I got more hard boys 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 say I'm doing bad, but I'm just doing fine, not givin' 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 To win, someone's got to lose, and I never lose So, uh You know that I can't be that ranker You want to know who the fuck I am? I'm the Mexican gangster Hook: VMF "Orale pues, it's me, the L-I-L R-O-B, the" "Orale pues, it's me, the L-I-L R-O-B" --> Lil' Rob (Verse 2) 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 yesca, takin' you higher High High High Like to the ceilin' I can't fight the feelin' If I had a million Bucks, what would I do I'd smoke up my yesca tree I swear to God, ese, 'bout three times as tall as me Oh man, what would I do without my, mija What would I do when I'm all stress up, without mi grifa I ain't jokin' The homies don't call me Prankster It's Lil' Rob A.K.A. Capone, Mexican Gangster Repeat Hook [Lil' Rob] Orale (Verse 3) Got those beats that thump, that you bump Because I know you likin' the bass that Humps Makin' 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 Comin' at you quick that 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 Coastin' down the block Fuckin' 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 foldin' Mexican Gangster 2, the title, is the title I'm holdin' Scoldin' all these fools, simon, I'm controllin' my city All these vatos wantin' pedo, when 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 that 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 Repeat Hook