That's When I'll Stop
Hey ladies, who you come to see?
Is it the L-I-L to the R-O- to the B
"Lil Rob", say it for me loud.
How come I say my name so much?
Because I'm proud like the impressions
Along with Curtis Mayfield too ...
I'm so proud of you
You know the jam,I'm the oldie man
Some say that I'm the oldie man
Who can make a rap jam
Without fucking up the oldie jam
I always am, and I always will be
That one you love to hate
Lil Rob now still be
People wanna kill me
Over all this rap shit
Can't get over that shit
Now they want me in a casket
Rumor has it, that I'm one of the baddest
Lil vato raperos with rhymes that are massive,
Gigantic, and deeper then Atlantis
You wanna be like me homie,
You better fucking practice.
Chorus:
When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When the rain drops stop falling from the sky,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
Been doing this a long time
Now I'm busting strong rhymes
Know about the thin lines
Trying to keep shit in line
And I know it's my time
For some reason I'm not trying
But with out my music out
Homie, I'm slowly dying
That's something I know they want
Something that I don't want
Lil Rob the nickname
The nickname they forgot
Yeah he used to bust raps
And make people clap
Everyone's got their albums out
But where's his at
He said it'd be out long time ago
He said that a long time ago
Where'd all the time go
Can't see that like a blind-fold
Hey have you seen me Mr. Husseiney
Say that I'll be back
But that's my dissappearing act.
When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
And the rain stops falling from the sky,
And old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two.
That's When I'll stop.
Chorus:
When the birds no longer use their wings to fly,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When the rain drops stop falling from the sky,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
When mathmaticians find that one plus one isn't two,
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...
Remember when I was younger I would hunger
For the chance to be a star
Here we are, how bizarre, how far will a take
Will I make it, have I already made it
What'd you think about my album after you played it?