Lil' Rob - Get Back - Текст песни

feat. T-Weaponz

(Ark in background)
[Fingazz] "Don't mess with mine"
 "Don't mess with mine" --> Ice Cube
[Ark] Uh
 T-Weaponz
[Fingazz] "Get back"
 "Get back" --> Ice Cube
[Ark] Ark, IzReal, Psalmz
 Lil' Rob, it's a problem
 Twelve Eighteen, Part Two
 Yo, Fingazz, you a monster
 Don't even understand how we chillin'
[Fingazz] "Get back"
 "Get back"
[Ark] Yo, Lil' Rob
 Yo, set this shit
[Fingazz] "Don't mess with mine" (Talk to 'em)
 "Get back" (Come on)
 "Get back"

(Verse 1)
[Lil' Rob] See, I might take my placaso, I might get boracho
 And start pedo, throw chingasos with any vato
 You don't too much with meat on your plato
 Don't bite off, more than you chew, and get done, no gatcho
 Trucha, don't wanna get hit with the fusca
 I'm on some crazy shit that makes me act like I used to
 To start a fire, all it takes is a spark
 Ese Lil' Rob, cabrones, lightin' up your whole park {*explosion*}
 I'm drivin' real slow
 Sittin' real low
 Rollin' in the 5-3
 Yeah
 Bulletholes in the door
 From the week before
 When they were shootin' at me
 Yeah
 Hey, fuck 'em, homie, I just happened to rhyme
 But I still, can put a bullet on your mind with a nine
 I still remember, had to pull them crimes
 You do it quick, and leave nothing, be kind, so
[Fingazz] "Get back"

Chorus: Fingazz
"Don't mess with mine"
"Don't mess with mine"
"Don't mess with mine"
"Get back"
"Get back" --> Ice Cube

Repeat Chorus Three Times

(Verse 2)
[IzReal]
You must got ya head in a fish bowl, a pistol's
Light zip codes, like Sig folds the schizo
Schools like movin' disco, so get dough
Out the bed, into the wishbone, the list goes
On, live tu vida horrible
Te dije
Far from your Lucha Libre
Me crie
Raised in the state of maniaticos
How you wanna fight when your heart is a plastico {*monkey sounds*}
Blat, blat, blat

[Psalmz]
Don't mess with mine, you testin' time
Don't make me flash back, make me press rewind
Take me back to the time, I would get the nine
And set the record straight
Homie, let's debate
Let our aim be the test of faith, lo que decide
Let the bullets put you in place, pa' que no olvide (Don't be so jealous)
No es sea jelosa y enviosa
Es siempre la mujeres que se ponle con cosa

[Ark]
Lil' Rob, we got them shookin' up
When they heard we were hookin' up
They wanna know what we cookin' up
Working on our fuego
Somos (???) bomberos
No miedo
Cause them Brooklyn boys soy ghetto
Won't settle for
Less than the best, though
Respect us, don't talk
Check us to a chess code
Yo now
We got Fingazz on the track, good lookin'
So we bringin' you a plaque
While my niggas, we gon' bring this on the map

Repeat Chorus Four Times