Dttx And Ese Lil` Rob Lyrics

Dttx And Ese Lil` Rob lyrics

f/ Lil' Rob



[DTTX]

Smash the dash, you know I'm all about the cash

I burn it up like hash, Low Pro staff

After that why don't you tell me who you thought it was

We just some felons, always keep bailing

There ain't no telling what we coming with next

Large amounts, break it off in sets, homey you know

Import to export, it's all affordable

Portable, tranferring up to State, date current

Lil' Rob and me we like some Ceaser Lenos

Al Pacinos, John Gottis, Gambinos

Making hits for all you so called rap cliques

Who talking hella loud but you ain't really saying shit

We get it started, hot like fire

Keep em rolling like rims and tires, cut it up like barbed-wire

We here to shine where it rain and ain't sunny

Cuz we all about our money, ain't a damn thing funny



[Chorus: DTTX (Lil' Rob)]

(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)

We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches

If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches

(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)

No matter if the stakes are high

We gonna ride till the day we die

(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)

We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches

If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches

(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)

We gonna shine where it rain, and ain't sunny

Cuz we all about our money, ain't a damn thing funny



[Lil' Rob]

L-I-L R-O-B from S-D

Dropping it with the D-double-T, X

Fool you need some Kleenex

Mocosos, vamosos, you are like a nosto but you ain't even coastal

Lil' Rob be the bomba, 2001 even more so

Keep trucha, I'll shoot ya

With a gang of raps man

Dropping way more bombs than the Gap Band

Old school like Pac Man

I pack jams, pulling a bunch of shit

A bunch of bumping shit, a bunch of shit you can't fuck with

You'll find me three-wheeling it

Or with a Corona and a brown bag homey tilting it, and killing it

And when I'm done I'll grab another one

Write you another hit cuz you can't get enough of em

You've loving em

Who be that vato that can rock the spot? Ese Lil' Rob

Who be that vato that just can't be stopped? Ese Lil' Rob

Ponle punk



[Chorus]



[DTTX]

We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitches

If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches

And we coming from out of bounds, so bare with me

Mi amigo, hit me with the steelo

Mero mero, listo with the filero

Harder than Heavy Metal and it's on till the dust settle

Keep it cracking from beginning to end

Perkilating, bubbilating, and hard core ministrating

You can't see Lil' Rob and me

We just some OG's flowing from the shores out in Cali

We in the mix, and floating a fly six

And ain't got no time for those haters and tricks

Let the clock tick, bout to explode, cold piece of work

Hear what I'm saying, knowing that we done did dirt

Cop a piece homey, what the deal

Infamous boss players, homey we keep it real



[Chorus]