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Hey ladies, who you come to see? Is it the L-I-L to the R-O to the B? Lil' Rob, say it for me loud How come I say my name so much? Because I'm proud Like the Impressions along with Curtis Mayfield too I'm so proud of you You know the jam, I'm the oldie man, some say I'm the only man Who can make a rap jam without fucking up the oldie jam I always am and I always will be That one you love to hate and later on I'll still be People wanna kill me over all this rap shit Can't get over that shit, now they want me in a casket Rumor has it, that I'm one of the baddest Little vato rapperos with rhymes that are massive Gigantic and deeper than Atlantis You wanna be like me? Homey you better fucking practice [Chorus] When the birds no longer use their wings to fly That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop When the rain drops stop falling from the sky That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop When Old Broadway turns to Fifth Avenue That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop When mathematicians find that one plus one isn't two That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop Letras de canciones Been doing this a long time, now I'm busting strong rhymes Know about the thin lines, trying to keep shit in line And I know it's my time, for some reason I'm not trying But without my music out homey I'm slowly dying That's something I know that they want Something that I don't want Lil' Rob the nickname, the nickname that they forgot Yeah he used to bust raps and make people clap Everybody's got their albums out, but where's his at? He said it'd be out a long time ago, he said that a long time ago Where'd all the time go? Can't see, like with a blind-fold Hey have you seen me, Mr. Whodini Say that I'll be back, but that's my disappearing act When the birds no longer use their wings to fly And the rain drops stop falling from the sky And Old Broadway turns to Fifth Avenue When mathematicians find that one plus one isn't two that's when I'll stop [Chorus] Remember when I was younger I would hunger for the chance to be a star Here we are, how bizarre, how far Will I take it, will I make it, have I already made it What'd you think about my album after you played it Was is good, was it bad, was it bad meaning good I can take this to the top ese, I really could We need more Mexicans on cd, more Mexicans on tv Never forget where I come from, and that's what keeps me Who I am, aw man it's you again, that man up in the mirror The only little vato that I fear Sometimes I don't like to see you, don't like to be you Wishing on a star of all the things that I could re-do See through, all you, are you, who you, say you claim to be Last time you came to me, or maybe you just came to see If Lil' Rob was still dropping it Fuck yeah, there ain't no stopping it [Chorus] From Letras Mania