Текст песни Lil` Rob - The Truth
Lil` Rob - The Truth слова песни
Hey, what`s up? It`s the homie Lil` RobBack to clear some shit up, you knowPeople be stealing my shitAnd making money off itAnd you know who you areHey, Mr. Postman?Do me a favorDeliver the letterThe sooner the betterBlew you vatos away, like a featherFamilia Records, chale, whateverPeople don`t know, and I`m not one to talkBut I gots to clear my name, for the shit that you dropLittle Rob "Still Smokin`" Homie, who the fuck you joking?Burning raza with my name, use you brain, your insaneIt`s a shame and not a shay, to be a lameAre you raza? No! Then change what you claimBe proud of who you are, and not who you wanna beI don`t wanna work with you!Why do you wanna work with me?I`m not your artist!So, forget it`s on themIf their not making you moneyAnd your broke it`s on themBut, to take the shit the way you didYou remind me of a jealous little desperate kidNo lloresChorus:No lloresYou wonder why I broke leftIf I woulda stayedI woulda left broke (simon)You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)If I woulda stayedI woulda left broke (I woulda left broke)No lloresYou wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)If I woulda stayedI woulda left broke (simon)You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)If I woulda stayedI woulda left broke (And that`s no joke)