When I Stop

Hey ladies, who you come to see?

Is it the L-I-L to the R-O to the B?

Lil' Rob, say it for me loud

How come I say my name so much? Because I'm proud

Like the Impressions along with Curtis Mayfield too

I'm so proud of you

You know the jam, I'm the oldie man, some say I'm the only man

Who can make a rap jam without fucking up the oldie jam

I always am and I always will be

That one you love to hate and later on I'll still be

People wanna kill me over all this rap shit

Can't get over that shit, now they want me in a casket

Rumor has it, that I'm one of the baddest

Little vato rapperos with rhymes that are massive

Gigantic and deeper than Atlantis

You wanna be like me? Homey you better fucking practice

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When the birds no longer use their wings to fly

That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop

When the rain drops stop falling from the sky

That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop

When Old Broadway turns to Fifth Avenue

That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop

When mathematicians find that one plus one isn't two

That's when I'll stop stop stop stop stop

Been doing this a long time, now I'm busting strong rhymes

Know about the thin lines, trying to keep shit in line

And I know it's my time, for some reason I'm not trying

But without my music out homey I'm slowly dying

That's something I know that they want

Something that I don't want

Lil' Rob the nickname, the nickname that they forgot

Yeah he used to bust raps and make people clap

Everybody's got their albums out, but where's his at?

He said it'd be out a long time ago, he said that a long time ago

Where'd all the time go? Can't see, like with a blind-fold

Hey have you seen me, Mr. Whodini

Say that I'll be back, but that's my disappearing act

When the birds no longer use their wings to fly

And the rain drops stop falling from the sky

And Old Broadway turns to Fifth Avenue

When mathematicians find that one plus one isn't two that's when I'll stop

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Remember when I was younger

I would hunger for the chance to be a star

Here we are, how bizarre, how far

Will I take it, will I make it, have I already made it

What'd you think about my album after you played it

Was is good, was it bad, was it bad meaning good

I can take this to the top ese, I really could

We need more Mexicans on cd, more Mexicans on tv

Never forget where I come from, and that's what keeps me

Who I am, aw man it's you again, that man up in the mirror

The only little vato that I fear

Sometimes I don't like to see you, don't like to be you

Wishing on a star of all the things that I could re-do

See through, all you, are you, who you, say you claim to be

Last time you came to me, or maybe you just came to see

If Lil' Rob was still dropping it

Fuck yeah, there ain't no stopping it

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