Call the Cops

(Lil' Rob)

cuando el dia se converte noche

Wacha las chiespas que vuelan del coche

Lil' Rob is un locote

Thought I was done? Fuck no

I won't let it go

See I made you what you are putos

And everybody knows

Don't try to hide what's so obvious

Without Lil' Rob around homeboy you got no audience

Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense

Not just a little bit but all of it

Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it?

Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell some mother fucker

Check the bar codes the one the scan well you ain't got those

Cause of The wrong mind you cross the wrong line

im an earthquake Ready to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line

Got some bullets in the cartriage do some damage to your cartilage

Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete

Cause you wont shoot shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop

Click Click that's all you hear is Click Click and no shots

(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)

Somebody call the cops

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop

Somebody call the cops

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop

Somebody call the cops

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop

Somebody call the cops

Somebody call the cops

(Lil' Rob)

Hey fat boy you drop something

A fucking dime you fucking swine

Rather have my pride than run and hide

Thought you were a gangster

Thought you knew the rules

There's a fork up in your road puto

Which one you gonna chose?

Whichever way it is

Guarantee your gonna lose

I know your move before you make it

Leaving you confused

How can the fuck do I know what I do

It's not that hard to find out info

Cause no one likes you

Everybody that I talk to

Wants to see your downfall

Knocking you out left and right

And I'm boxing southpaw

You run cause you're a rat

Not cause you're an outlaw

I just can't get over it

You couldn't be more of a bitch

Say nobody likes me? Shit

I don't like nobody

They're a bunch of backstabbers

Not to mention whack rappers

Where's all the real homeboys at?

I don't see none bitch you cut

Your pony tail Puto so you could be one

(Lil' Rob)

Fool you just a phony

never was a homie

You are what you eat

Full of fucking baloney

Though your name is Tony

Your no, Tony Montana

Don't get brave like Atlanta

Won't exist just like Santa

I'm not even worried

About what'chu might do

I'll be waiting with a German

Named G-42

And that's some heavy artillery

You think your killing me

I know your fucking feeling me

Y saves que puto?

Let the fucking war begin

I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win

smile'n faces sometimes they don't tell the truth

Smile'n faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you

Whatchu gonna do when your covers blown

And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and

Carmen comes to get'cha? Carmen's just a bitch

Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!

(Chorus)