B.O.B. - Little Rascal lyrics

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B.O.B. - Little Rascal lyrics

[Intro/Chorus] Ever since I was a little rascal - I've been huggin that block n***a settin up shop, catch me runnin from the cops Ever since I was a little rascal - we been f**in them b**hes Gotta keep your eye on the riches All my n***az get your money - otay? Otay - otay? Otay - otay? Otay All my b**hes get yo' money - otay? Otay - otay? Otay - otay? Otay [B.o.B] Ha ha ha! Look Well ever since I was a little rascal had empty pockets, ashy knees, what a afro All the neighbors called me Bad Ass Lil' ba*tard They said I was bad cause I was always skippin cla**es Dickin church girls where my daddy was the pastor Now I'm rookie of the year All of my peers never though that they would see me here But now I'm sittin here, chillin while I'm sippin beers b**hes cookin fo' me, cleanin out my ears (whazzup?) But way back den, when I got kept back I wasn't in the 10th, it was 9 and a half Cause I was on the grind, tryin to get some stacks Thought cash would make me happy so I up and hit the trap We grew up in the slums, since we were young Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons And destined not to make it, since we was babies But everythang's fine and we doin okay [Chorus] [Willie Joe] Geah, geah, ay, ay, AYYY! I was a lil' n***a (n***a) from a lil' city (city) A lil' Cali man that's where the streets is never pretty It's where the girls is cute and the cops they treat you sh**ty I grew up listenin to The Click and Cutthroat Committee The Fresh Prince of the city, I'm tryin to get it in My n***a did the Beanie, doin 15 in the pen I think his name is Ken, I'm chasin his name is Ben I'm talkin Franklin, I keep the tree stankin n***az tried to test the boy, what is ya thankin? "Mo' Money Mo' Problems" boyyy, call me (Mason) (Betha), I'm somethin like a weak n***a tester When I was young if you snitched, then you was on a stretcher I'm so good at chess but these n***az is playin checkers n***a watch your mess I saw a dude die for lesser YA-DA-DA! It's a cold world after all As a little rascal all I want to do is ball and I fall [B.o.B - repeat 2X] We grew up in the slums, since we were young Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons And destined not to make it, since we was babies But everythang's fine and we doin okay [Chorus]

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