Too Much

Lyrics

[Intro] Too much, too much They be talking too much, too much Talking some of this and talking lots of that But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at [Verse 1] You like that feel good music? I got that feel good music I feel good when I do it Never lost it, never lose it I like it with the clap and I like it acoustic I can make em break, like with a pool stick You can't hear me get a q-tip They say I'm getting old holmes Just thought I'd drop some new shit Just for the fuck of it (baby...) It ain't really nothing homie I'm just glad you're bumping it and loving it Can't get enough of it So rough, so tough with it I just thought I'd come back one more time Beforе I'm done with it That's if I'm ever donе with it But I don't think that's possible I told you once before That I got lots of flow, got lots to go You vatos need to stop it though [Bridge] Estupido In and out the studio Hypocritical Life support situation critical [hook] Too much, too much They be talking too much, too much Talking some of this and talking lots of that But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at I'm right here (right here...) I'm right here (right here...) I'm right here (right here...) (baby...) And I can see you in my rear-view mirror [Verse 2] Yeah rolling with a gangsta lean Caddy full of gasoline And I'm not stopping no time soon Jump on in there's lots of room But there's no room for dumb ones The dumb ones gotta stay back Way back like 8-track They gonna need to face fact And the fact is you're the definition of what wack is They're there only sometimes; my ad-libs And that shit right there homie I don't know what that is What the fuck you doing dawg? Out there trying to ruin Rob I didn't do nothing to no-body I'm just that vato that they call to rock the party And it don't stop and it won't stop But that's the way it is though Take a puff, huff the stuff and blow it out the window [Bridge] Estupido In and out the studio Hypocritical Life support situation critical [hook] Too much, too much They be talking too much, too much Talking some of this and talking lots of that But all they really wanna know is where the homie Lil Rob's at I'm right here (right here...) I'm right here (right here...) I'm right here (right here...) (baby...) And I can see you in my rear-view mirror (Til you disappear)