Lyrics So What You Wanna Do? - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi
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
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
When
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
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)
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
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
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
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