Mexican Gangster, Pt. 2 lyrics

[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 sh*t
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 motherf*cker
Go ahead, and start your sh*t, start your pleito
But you'll find that you'll lose, when you f*ck 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, man, they're both down with me
And it's a trip, cause I got primos in every f*ckin' city, man
I got more hard boys than you could ever imagine
So all you little sh*t talkin' putos, I'm not havin'
About not being down for the town
A crazy little vato f*ckin' 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 f*ck about what you punks got to say
Cause I'm that crazy Mexicano down to f*ckin' 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, uhm, you know that I can't be that ranker
You want to know who the f*ck 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 sh*t 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 stressed 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

[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

[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 fear, 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, f*ckin' up these levas
I don't give a f*ck, 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

[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
The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for S.D
San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling sh*t
And all these people call me...