Artist: Lil' Rob Album: Natural High Song: Those Who Talk Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com [Lil' Rob] (Verse 1) Why must it be like this All of the time, time I feel like I'm, I'm Goin' out of my mind, mind Someone stop me Nuh-huh, nuh-huh Leave me alone In a class of my own, ladies wanna Simon, they wanna bone Creased up with caglone, the terror leave my home Twenty three year old pelon Good to die for Vocal tones My boots were make for stompin' while by beats were made for bumpin' Ain't no frontin' Always into somethin', known to shoot, can't tell me nothin' My mind is somethin' you can bet that I won't let Nothing get In my way Lil' Rob, here to stay But it won't stay this way, that's what you say Ok Ponle Orale (Orale...) Orale (Orale...) Hurry up (Hurry up...) Do what you gotta do, so that you can pass me You tried Plan A, it didn't work (Work...) Time for Plan B Or maybe it just can't be You're trying to be just like me It strikes me Kind of odd You yappin' shit about Lil' Rob Chorus: Lil' Rob Can it be I be the only one that knows them rules, all these fools keep Yappin', wanted me to yap too Can it, can it be I be the only one that knows them rules, all these fools keep Yappin', wanted me to yap too Can it, can it be I be the only one that knows them rules, all these fools keep Yappin', wanted me to yap too, but it won't happen Those who know Don't talk (Don't talk...) And those who talk Don't know (Don't know...) (Verse 2) Why must it be like this Everyday (Everyday...) Cause everyday's (Cause everyday's...) The same old way Hey, dawg, you heard the story Comes with the territory Now homie Break it down for me Here's my testimony Little vato gets some fame, people starting to know his name Now everybody wants to know what barrio does he claim Because he's got the new shit The true shit Not the bullshit Got his finger on the trigger And he's not afraid to pull it Twenty three With a bullet Oh miss, you need to cool it Call it quits (Call it quits...) Cause I fight back like David Hobowitz I got the wits to make the hits And rush 'em fool just like a bitch Lil' Rob, hot up in the mix With my flips Make it last longer like a flick Come on me close, so take your pick Got more tricks than a magician Fuck with me, homie keep on wishin' (Wishin'...) It's that vato that you keep on dissin' (Dissin'...) Sshhh Stop, look and listen Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Why must it be like this Every night (Every night...) The dogs bark loud, but it's the quiet dog that bites What Does it take For me to make Everything Happening (Happening...) I got more bounce than a trampoline What you tellin' me That you loved me just like family I'm not buying Whatever it is you're sellin' me You're, killin' me With your jealousy and fantasy Take you where you wanna be Then abandon me What you handin' me Temporary Insanity Never understandin' me God damnit me Testin' the fucking man in me But I won't let your plan succeed Frantic situation But I cannot frantically It seems practically, everybody is out to get me Or is it just me hallucinating, trippin' over the things that I see You gotta be kiddin' me Homie, who told you so Those who know don't talk (Don't talk...) And those who talk don't know (Don't know...) Repeat Chorus