Lil' Rob - Get Back Lyrics
(feat. T-Weaponz)[Ark in background][Fingazz:][Ice Cube:] "Don't mess with mine""Don't mess with mine"[Ark:]UhT-Weaponz[Fingazz:][Ice Cube:] "Get back""Get back"[Ark:]Ark, IzReal, PsalmzLil' Rob, it's a problemTwelve Eighteen, Part TwoYo, Fingazz, you a monsterDon't even understand how we chillin'[Fingazz:]"Get back""Get back"[Ark:]Yo, Lil' RobYo, set this shit[Fingazz:]"Don't mess with mine" (Talk to 'em)"Get back" (Come on)"Get back"[Verse 1:][Lil' Rob:]See, I might take my placaso, I might get borachoAnd start pedo, throw chingasos with any vatoYou don't too much with meat on your platoDon't bite off, more than you chew, and get done, no gatchoTrucha, don't wanna get hit with the fuscaI'm on some crazy shit that makes me act like I used toTo start a fire, all it takes is a sparkEse Lil' Rob, cabrones, lightin' up your whole park [explosion]I'm drivin' real slowSittin' real lowRollin' in the 5-3YeahBulletholes in the doorFrom the week beforeWhen they were shootin' at meYeahHey, ***** 'em, homie, I just happened to rhymeBut I still, can put a bullet on your mind with a nineI still remember, had to pull them crimesYou do it quick, and leave nothing, be kind, so[Fingazz:] "Get back"[Chorus: Fingazz]"Don't mess with mine""Don't mess with mine""Don't mess with mine"[Ice Cube:] "Get back""Get back"[Chorus x3][Verse 2:][IzReal:]You must got ya head in a fish bowl, a pistol'sLight zip codes, like Sig folds the schizoSchools like movin' disco, so get doughOut the bed, into the wishbone, the list goesOn, live tu vida horribleTe dijeFar from your Lucha LibreMe crieRaised in the state of maniaticosHow you wanna fight when your heart is a plastico [monkey sounds]Blat, blat, blat[Psalmz:]Don't mess with mine, you testin' timeDon't make me flash back, make me press rewindTake me back to the time, I would get the nineAnd set the record straightHomie, let's debateLet our aim be the test of faith, lo que decideLet the bullets put you in place, pa' que no olvide (Don't be so jealous)No es sea jelosa y enviosaEs siempre la mujeres que se ponle con cosa[Ark:]Lil' Rob, we got them shookin' upWhen they heard we were hookin' upThey wanna know what we cookin' upWorking on our fuegoSomos [? ] bomberosNo miedoCause them Brooklyn boys soy ghettoWon't settle forLess than the best, thoughRespect us, don't talkCheck us to a chess codeYo nowWe got Fingazz on the track, good lookin'So we bringin' you a plaqueWhile my niggas, we gon' bring this on the map[Chorus x4]
