So What You Wanna Do Lyrics

So What You Wanna Do lyrics

f/ Lil' Rob, Yogi



[Lil' Rob]

Hey what's up baby

Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob

Yeah, that's me

Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T

And my homeboy Yogi

You know what I mean

San Diego's finest, you know what I'm saying

What's your name



[Lil' Rob]

Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas

Donde estavas en toda mi vida

I've never seen a señorita more bonita

My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya

Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side

You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged

You replied if you decide to see me again

Just give me a ring, I'm sitting for a frigging weekend

You're my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona

I've got what you want, and you've got what I want

We both like what we see, I like the way you love me

With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes

As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby

When I tell you to jump you ask how high

Even if I expect you to fly, it's time for me to fly

But you tell me what's so good about good-bye



[Chorus x2: Lil' Rob]

I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around

If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down

(So what you wanna do)

I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around

If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down

(So what you wanna do)



[Royal T]

I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow

Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe

Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain

And after we stroke they be like "What's your name?"

I say "Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter

The True Player baby, the puss go-getter"

See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means

Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene

Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me

You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely

Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown

And I never player hate because I hold my ground

They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico

And everybody knows ain't no guarantee like Chico

Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote

Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke



[Chorus x2]



[Lil' Rob]

Let's get down, that's right

San Diego Clique

Don't act like you don't know us

Lil' Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi

Ponle



[Yogi]

Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look

Hit the avenue, I'm putting freaks in my phonebook

You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho

You wasn't trying to deal with me before my demo

But now you be screaming out "Papi, te quiero"

Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto

I love pretty things on the dance floor

Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms

You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak

Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks

The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico

Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes

Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita

Now she's with amigas, me rolling with clickas

I'ma juela la jolita, what's up mamacita

I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa



[Chorus x4]