Too Much

Too much, too much
They be talkin' too much, too much
Talkin' some of this and talkin' lots of that
But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at
They be talkin' too much

You like that feel good music? I got that feel good music
I feel good when I do it, never lost it, never lose it
I like it with the clap and I like it acoustic
I could make 'em break like with a pool stick

You can't hear me? Get a Q-tip
They say I'm gettin' old, homie, it's time to drop some new shit
Just for the fuck of it

It ain't really nothin', homie, I'm just
Glad you're bumpin' it and lovin' it
Can't get enough of it so bust a tough with it
I just thought I'd come back one more time before I'm done with it
That's if I'm ever done with it, but I don't think that's possible
I told you once before that I got lots of flow, got lots to go
You vatos need to stop it though

Estúpido
In and out the studio
Hypocritical
Life support, situation critical

Too much, too much
They be talkin' too much, too much
Talkin' some of this and talkin' lots of that
But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at
I'm right here (Right here)
I'm right here (Right here)
I'm right here (Right here)
And I can see you in my rearview mirror

Yeah, rollin' with the gangsta lean
Caddy full of gasoline and I'm not stoppin' no time soon

Jump on in, there's lots of room, but there's no room for dumb ones
The dumb ones gotta stay back, way back like 8-track
They're gonna need to face facts
The fact is you're the definition of what wack is

You're there only sometimes like my ad libs
And that shit right there, homie, I don't know what that is
What the fuck you doin', dog? Out there tryin' to ruin Rob
I didn't do nothin' to nobody
I'm just that vato that they call to rock the party
And it don't stop and it won't stop, but that's the way it is though
Take a puff of the stuff and blow it out the window

Estúpido
In and out the studio
Hypocritical
Life support, situation critical

Too much, too much
They be talkin' too much, too much
Talkin' some of this and talkin' lots of that
But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at
I'm right here (Right here)
I'm right here (Right here)
I'm right here (Right here)
And I can see you in my rearview mirror

'Til you disappear
Too much, too much
They be talkin' too much, too much
Too much, too much
They be talkin', they be talkin' too much, too much
They be talkin' too much, too much
They be talkin', they be talkin', they be talkin' too much