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(feat. Lil' Rob, Yogi) [Lil' Rob] Hey what's up baby Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob Yeah, that's me Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T And my homeboy Yogi You know what I mean San Diego's finest, you know what I'm saying What's your name [Lil' Rob] Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas Donde estavas en toda mi vida I've never seen a señorita more bonita My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged You replied if you decide to see me again Just give me a ring, I'm sitting for a frigging weekend You're my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona I've got what you want, and you've got what I want We both like what we see, I like the way you love me With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby Letras de cancionesWhen I tell you to jump you ask how high Even if I expect you to fly, it's time for me to fly But you tell me what's so good about good-bye [Chorus x2: Lil' Rob] I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) [Royal T] I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain And after we stroke they be like "What's your name?" I say "Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter The True Player baby, the puss go-getter" See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown And I never player hate because I hold my ground They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico And everybody knows ain't no guarantee like Chico Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke [Chorus x2] [Lil' Rob] Let's get down, that's right San Diego Clique Don't act like you don't know us Lil' Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi Ponle [Yogi] Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look Hit the avenue, I'm putting freaks in my phonebook You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho You wasn't trying to deal with me before my demo But now you be screaming out "Papi, te quiero" Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto I love pretty things on the dance floor Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita Now she's with amigas, me rolling with clickas I'ma juela la jolita, what's up mamacita I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania