LiL Rob ~My Turn~



[Lil Rob] 

You know everybody's talkin about me and shit right now 

Y'all wonder what I'm gonna do next 

Well check it out 



The more people that love me.. the more people that hate me.. 

But I ain't trippin I just do what I do 

Keep it true to myself, you can't break me 



[Lil Rob] 

Everybody wants to know what Lil Rob is soundin like 

The same way as always, homey, dy-no-mite 

They say, out of sight well then out of mind 

Well I'm out of sight but I'm in yo' mind and I don't mind 

Homey, I'm just tryin to keep with the times 

Spit rhymes that are always on time, and try to climb 

They wanna hate on me for stupid-ass shit 

Pay them no mind, can't believe they're doin that shit 

I can't believe they're even cool with that shit 

Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch 

If you're not - the kind of homey I could pull a crime with 

Then you're not - the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with 

And you're not - the kind of homeboy I associate with 

What'chu got bitch, I won't even negotiate with, shit 



[Chorus: Lil Rob] 

The more people that love me.. the more people that hate me.. 

But I ain't trippin I just do what I do 

Keep it true to myself, you can't break me (it's my turn) 

I'm shootin for the top of the world 

Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah (it's my turn) 

I'll see you at the top of the world 

I'll be waitin at the top of the world 



[Lil Rob] 

- You can't stop me! 

I always continue to do my thing 

No matter, what you do no matter what you bring 

You're mad at me, for what? Cause I'm tryin 

to open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck? 

Come on homey, I'm as real as they come 

Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum 

The kind of man to offer you a drink 

And hold a conversation with you to see how you think 

But uhh, somethin tells me that you're bluffin me homes 

That you're not, who you seem to be don't fuck with me homes 

Cause nowadays I can see you comin a mile away 

And I don't like your style eh (okay) 



[Chorus] 



[Lil Rob] 

- God damn! 

I gotta deal with everybody else puttin me down 

I've been puttin in work for as long as I've been around 

Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town 

I rap with an accent and I got my own sound 

Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am 

One proud Mexican, {?}en mi criste penaten{?} 

Lowridin down the avenue, doin what it is I do 

Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you 

How could I expect you to respect me any other way 

Can I get a "sÃÆ'­ mon" (sÃÆ'­ mon), can I get an "orale" (orale!) 

Andele, there we go 

Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co (whoa) 



[Chorus] 



[Lil Rob] 

You got somethin to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne 

(It's my turn) 

You don't like me, don't play it, simple as that 

(And, I, just, don't, stop) 

(See, you, at, the, top) That's right 

You can do what you do I'll do what I do 

(And, I, just, don't, stop) 

(See, you, at, the, top) 

(And, I, just, don't, stop) 

(See, you, at, the, top) {*fades out*}