Songtext:
feat. Proper Dos Klebefolie Kariert [Frank V] Frank V, coming straight out of Los Yeah
[Lil' Rob] Lil' Rob, representing my city San Diego, Southern Califas
[Frank V] Once again it's on, coming back at that ass with another hit (Simon) Straight out of Low Profile Records Let's drop this shit, a little something like this
[Frank V] I got some shit to make them all stop hating I got some dick to make you and that bitch stop waiting And I got a trick that'll make you fall in love And you can have that bitch for just a couple of dubs Frank V is on some sick shit, some fat shit Some wait, a Latin rapper can't rap like that shit I been payed, been laid You just been sprayed with some shit that I just made No fade, bald headed fuck it keep your credit My shit's clean, supreme unleaded Lowride all day, hit the pad grab the Porsche Hit the ranch, ride the white horse full force Look for me in the Source, you'll be a looking motherfucker But look at the bank, you might see big Frank Cashing a check or two, that's what the hell I do You don't like how I'm living, well fuck you
[Chorus x2] Its all good from Dago to LA Frank V and Lil' Rob making that major pay In a Caddy coupe, 64 rag Chevrolet We drink tequila straight, man fuck that tanqueray
[Lil' Rob] Let me do things my way, get the fuck out of my way I'm coming like this With a twist like No Twist, everybody wishes they could flow like this Lil' Rob be the sickest Little vato representing the city of San Diego to the fullest Bullshit, is what you be giving me, but you can't get rid of me Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob), without me there will never be Anything good to listen to ey At least thats the way I see it homeboy, what about you ey (the same way) I like to play from Saturday to Saturday From month to month from year to year like the Fifth of May to the Fifth of May, ole And I put that on the hairs of my chiny-chin-chin You don't want to begin, something that you can't fin-ish What you partners thought I'd be gone, what's wrong Wou don't like my song, can't please everyone, but you ain't anyone You ain't nobody, Lil' Rob rocking it just for a little while So let me do things my way, my way Lil' Rob style style
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V] I be that vato, who got you on the stage Mr. Sancho, returning your lady's page Now you're in a rage, pissed off and disgusted That's why I ain't got to lady, (why not) can't be trusted Vatos hooked on hoes like China White without being stepped on That's why I kicked the habit and then kept on It's hard enough these days to make cash and win Without a bitch asking me were the fuck have I been Franky Baby is too clean for that, too payed for that I'm a genuine player, not bitch made like that My shit sells cuz it's tight, raid like that But don't keep it at home, cuz pigs run raids like that It's still put down like it should be From SD to that big bad 213
