DTTX??-DTTX/ODM

DTTX?? - DTTX [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, transferring 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 sh*t 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 b**ches If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on b**ches (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 b**ches If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on b**ches (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, babosos, 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 sh*t A bunch of bumping sh*t, a bunch of sh*t you can't f**k 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 b**ches If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on b**ches 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 of 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]