Little Rascal - B.o.B

Ever since I was a little rascal — I’ve been huggin that block

Nigga settin up shop, catch me runnin from the cops

Ever since I was a little rascal — we been fuckin them bitches

Gotta keep your eye on the riches

All my niggaz get your money — otay?

Otay — otay?

Otay — otay?

Otay

All my bitches get yo' money — otay?

Otay — otay?

Otay — otay?

Otay

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' Bastard

They said I was bad cause I was always skippin classes

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

Bitches 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

Geah, geah, ay, ay, AYYY!

I was a lil' nigga (nigga) 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 shitty

I grew up listenin to The Click and Cutthroat Committee

The Fresh Prince of the city, I’m tryin to get it in

My nigga 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

Niggaz tried to test the boy, what is ya thankin?

«Mo' Money Mo' Problems"boyyy, call me (Mason)

(Betha), I’m somethin like a weak nigga tester

When I was young if you snitched, then you was on a stretcher

I’m so good at chess but these niggaz is playin checkers

Nigga 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

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