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1. | Intro: They Call Me Lil Rob |
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14. | Skit |
15. | Street Dayz |
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Intro: They Call Me Lil Rob |
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(Lil' Rob)
Hey what's happening?
It's your homeboy Lil' Rob
Back with some more shit
You know I cruise my low riders
But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you know?
What happen to the good music?
All that oldies shit
This ones going out to everybody low riding
And need something to cruise to wacha
(Lil' Rob)
All you vatos take note, Lil' Rob ain't no joke
So wacha, Jump in my six-three Impala
Put down the top as I pull to the stop
Drop, roll, never can be to low
Simon I got low riders, hundred spoke wires
White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher
Than anything you've ever seen
Fucking mean fucking clean
Can't drive to fast or start swerving
Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it
That's what you do when you've got Hydraulics
I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it
We don't fake ese we just take it
Don't try to jack it bullet holes in your jacket
From my semi-automatic
What you thought ese we ain't got no pride?
Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside
[Chorus]
I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin (Were I'm cruisin)
My Lowride'ss looking good (My Low rides looking good)
Said I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin (Where we go cruisin)
And it's all to the good
Orale, check this out
(Lil' Rob)
Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita
C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know?
Forty-five player for all my oldies
Forty-five double M for all them phonies
Gots corner windows and the three fifty
Pedal to the metal I can take off like quickly
Shit I could smoke em like my pistola
Like a Lil' Rob Rola my Troqa's the bomba
Naw it aint painted, homes it's just primer
Back with some thirteens and a sun visor
It still looks mean though, it still looks clean though
See it on the website I'm drinking with my primos
w-w-w dot Lil' Rob dot com, I can cruise all day
And cruise all night long, from sun down til sun up
I'll cruise my troqa, I'm a lowrider, I told ya, I told ya
[Chorus]
Simon!
(Lil' Rob)
Got a big body, F-L-double E-T double U
Double O D 1993 caddy
Extended A-Arms cause homes I play hard
Hop my carucha hopping down the boulevard
Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams
Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands
I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me
Three wheel standing hopping with smooth landings
Four racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun
Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in guaranteed to spill some
I won't stop til I catch my trunk up on fire
Keep on hopping till I pop a tire
Pass the wire, and let it be known
I'll pay the chrome bill before I pay the phone
And that's when you know, that you're a lowrider
Got pride in my ride everybody else just admires
[Chorus]
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(Chorus
I'm from the city that everyone knows
All clean creased up on my clothes
Hit the street and hop the low low
Even got hydraulics on the Limo
I'm from the city that everyone knows
All clean creased up on my clothes
Hit the street and hop the low low
Got my baby waiting in the limo)
It's all real to me homes don't need to make shit up
I don't kick it with you vatos cause you fake the funk
You never once had my back your just some fucking punks
Why sit and why ask and wonder who to trust
When the answer's so obvious
It's no one it's no fun
Putos talking shit and they just go on and go on and so on
I'm giving you something to go on
I got myself an Oldie CD I want to throw on
Mix it with some hip-hop making sure its tip top
Shape for your rafla bumping like you want to
Add some Mexican rap to your collection
Imagine hoppin your ride
Bumpin this in an intersection
Interesting ain't that what us Mexicans do?
We can put it down 2 it's 2002
I guarantee you'll see me in 2003
In a 2004, fucking slammed on the floor
(Chorus)
It's time I pick up the pieces, get sick like diseases
Don't you understand I don't want to be like he is
I mean it, I can only call it how I see it
See it then I call it, drink like Alcoholics
Only drop the bomb shit, only smoking chronic
Let me make a phone call if I don't already got it
Now watch this, Wacha I'm on the deadline
What can we give this fucking guy so he can write some rhymes
A bag of yerba, six pack of cerveza
But most important of all homes it's the feria
I need some kind of motivation dog
It's not enough just having people hating Lil' Rob
I'm here to... Open your eyes and make you all see
Chicano rap is also rap so why are they labeling me
Hating on me I deserve some fucking radio play
Any time of the day not just once a week one time on Sunday (you know)
(Chorus)
Pull out some lyrics I had folded in my pocket
Hold it up in front of the mic then I rock it, can't stop it
Every car I own I have to drop it
Fix it up, switch it up that way I can lift it up over speed bumps
I need bumps, bumping out some oldies
Cruise around go and place some horseshoes with the homies
Have a couple cheves, chillin by my Chevy
Gonna grab another beer is anybody ready
I don't got a bottle opner, I gotta use my lighter
Always got a lighter cause I always use the fire
To light the leño, I got a, bicentennial
Order up some home grown, shit gets me stoned homes
Go a little loco, feelin like a tonto
That's when you know that it's almost time to go home
And get ready for the night time
Cause Ray Charles said it best, night time is the right time
(Chorus)
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Chorus
I'm barely gettin by
Still work-a nine to five
I'm barely gettin by
That's why I'm stayin high
Oh baby, aw
Jump into the ride, cruise the big S.D
Home of Rosie and The Originals and P.O.D
And it won't be long till you hear from me
Hopefully I'm not lying that's what they told me
Make the town proud
Make the brown proud
Ever since Brown Crowd
Lil Rob gots his sound down
And I'm still down
Some things just don't change
Like crusin on Sundays
Sleepin on Mondays
Drive thirty on highways
Drinkin on my driveway
My four nine aye still pays fourty five guey
That's how I do it
I thought you knew it
If you didn't now you do
Smoke this, this bud's for you
Chorus
Open up my eyes
I look hypnotized
I feel hypnotized
I apologize
This is recognized
As bein really high
All day everyday this is my way of getting by
Makes me think in
A way that's unique
Makes me feel different about the streets that I creed
Makes you feel good about em
What would I be without em
Couldn't be without em
Wouldn't be me without em
Lil Rob fuckin clowns em
Twenty six years in the same town
I remember how we used to be it's not the same now
It's still something that I'll drink a beer to
Viva La Colonia Southern California
Chorus
Wait a minute check this out
I'm very very high
I'm very very high
It's time to say goodbye
Keep it on the low
Time to let you know
I don't wanna go
But I gotta go
Till the next time around
Catch you on the rebound
Until then go and bump my jam round your town
Chorus(x2)
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[Lil' Rob Talking]
Southern California
Home of low-ridin'
Gang-bangin' and shit
California
[Chorus](Lil' Rob)
I was raised on the streets of California in California
(Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and
bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised on the streets of California in California
(I was raised in Californ-I-A
Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)
[Verse 1]
I've always been down with hydros
And cholos, the low-lows
The six-threes, the six-fours
The rucas with no clothes
Used to drop the two-door
Gang-bang in a four door
Puttin' bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford Explorer
Hard-core, and I got more and more
Where that came from?
Welcome to my kingdom
The streets are my freedom
I need em', I feed em', I feedback
They need that, like I need my weed sack
Take a toque, wacha
Where were we at?
Oh, California the golden state
Controllin' states, pushin' weight
Where vatos like me hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Slippin' and dippin', grippin' the wheel
Lockin' it up
Dump the back corner
Pop the front one up
Put the convertable top down
It's too good to stop now
This California livin'
Smoke up on the ceilin'
Party at the roof, off the hook
Got every drug up in the book
You don't believe me
See for yourself and take a closer look
Low rider car shows
Hoppin' till the truck blows
Catch me at the bar
Havin' a drink with my uncles
Pacifico with no lime
That's what I drink at all times
Creased up Davis'
I'm always out like where the pavement is
I come from the underground
The underground like where the basement is
It's California, people have a hard time facin' it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Lowrider bicycles, tricycles
Cold as icycles
Smokin' chronic shit
So high, you would think my eyes are closed
I got my eyes on those
Who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed
But there not ese
Trucha when you get too close
You'll know, that I know
What you think? I don't know
I might explode, unload
Reload, and unload
You broke the code, you got's to go
Ain't no future in your frontin'
Crazy California homeboy
Where the cuete's bustin'
California stylin', California ridin'
Whittier Boulevard to 'Frisco
Then back to Highland
I gots to do it like the locos do
Don't race your ride
Hop your ride like you're supposed to do, through
[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
Every time I see you
I just wanna meet you
Say hello how you doing?
What are you doing tonight?
We should hook up tongiht
Have some fun tonight
Is that alright
I love your smile
You smile so bright
I'll compliment you all night
Thats no problem
If you got flaws I cant spot 'em
You ain't got 'em
From top to bottom baby you got it
And I want it
Classy buddy you wanna get modest and honest?
ur one of the finest girls I've ever seen
You and me would be a good thing
You can depend on me
Ven aqui take a chance on me
I guaratee I'll do whatever it takes
To make you feel happy
Just treat me right
And I'll be Right
The only Thing you'll need tonight
And every night I'll tuck you in
To make sure youre sleeping tight
Blow out the candle lights
and kiss you goodnight
[Chorus]
Linda Mujer tu saves bien
que te quiero baby
You drive me crazy
Such a classy lady
Such a lovely lady
I think I love you Baby
Linda Mujer
Tu sabes bien
Que Te quiero
Y por tu Amor
Yo se que muero
[Verse 2]
I saw you kicking back down the block
You stole my breathe I couldn't talk couldn't walk
Couldn't breathe please don't leave
You might be the one I need
Hopefully we'll talk eventually
Do you mention me?
When you talk to your friends
Oh how I hope you do
I wanna get close to you
Do YOU notice me? I notice you
I love everything you do
I dont even know you
But I want to
Do you want me? cause I want you
And I'll do what I got to
Everytime I dream it's about you
There's something about you
There's something else
Couldn't see myself with no one else
Just the little things you do that really gots me digging you
[Chorus]
Linda mujer tu sabes
Bien que te quiero baby
You drive me crazy
Such a classy lady
Such a lovely lady
I think I love you Baby
Linda Mujer
Tu sabes bien
Que Te quiero
Y por tu Amor
Yo se que muero
[Verse 3]
You're so sophisticated
And I hate it
Gots me intimidated
I've got things to say
And I can't say 'em
Rather make this slow jam and play it
Dedicate it to you by the man who made it
Let me be your favorite thing
Head of your delivil things
You can tell me how you feel
Baby I'm for real believe me
I know what you mean
My love is king
Let me crown you with my heart
I think were wasting time and I think we should start
Well it's getting dark
Better let you go where do you live
And can I get you home
Do you have a phone I can reach you at?
A favorite place where I can meet you at?
Get together and have a drink or two
And let you know just how much I think of you
[Chorus]
Linda mujer tu sabes
Bien que te quiero baby
You drive me crazy
Such a classy lady
Such a lovely lady
I know I love you Baby
Linda Mujer
Tu sabes bien
Que Te quiero
Y por tu Amor
Yo se que muero
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I want you to sit back, close your eyes
And think about all those wonderful times that we used to have here
Now I know things aren't the way they use to be right now
But they are going to get better some day
And I know that...
Ever since I was about 12 that's when they documented me
A gang member let me tell you my autobiography
Ay I can't let it to be frenetic, it must have been genetic
To get in trouble with the law take when I break
I'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use to look at us all
Funny and strange, cause my pants was bigger then theirs
But now they all wear them the same
I used to get jealous, wondering why I didn't have the same rights
Is it because I'm running up and down, eating Menudo, frijoles and rice?
Someone explain to me, all of this insanity
I'm not understanding you, never understanding me
When a minority, gets their priorities straight
We become the majority, inflate
Incredible rate, controlling our fate
Controlling our states, and I can't wait
Remember you told me I would never amount to anything
That I'll probably be on the streets sellin mota or methamphetamines
So what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit outta my life
You'd do the same thing homie if you were stuck
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
And I remember kicking under the street lamps, smokin a J
Hearing my Homie say, Homie pass the joint this way
And this was everyday and every night was the same
We didn't call each other by our first or last, but by nicknames
Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a few
One passed away, rest in peace
The others locked away in prison blues
One of the things we use to do
Can't nobody take it away from us
We used to live life dangerous, time flew away like angel dust
Never known as presentado levas
Stay away from metiches, and chepas
Talking mentiras, cause they can't beat us
Mira Lil' Rob on his lowrider bicicleta
Looking for muñecas, beautiful like aztecas
But when it comes to love, before the agony for the ecstacy
What comes around goes around
So baby don't mess with me don't be testing me
Cause Lil' Rob be one of a kind original individual
Unforgettable memorable indelible incredible inferable
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
Give all of my love to mi madre padre brother and sister
And all of my sangre
Enemies? Chale me vale verga estas afuera mirando padentro
You wanna come in but you can't
Cause we're not in love with no mensos
Figuring it out like a pencil
Treat one like a stencil
Just when you think you've got a grip on life
That's when you let go, ready set go
It's a race to the finish and only the best gonna win this
And I'm prepared to take it to outer limits or until it's finished business
What is this? Gente becoming witnesses
I don't know nothing, I don't hear nothing, I don't see nothing
Something I learned as a kid
Along with respect those who respect you
Forget about the ones that will forget about you
My recollection is a collection of a big section of mi vida
Memories I need ya, like a junky needs his chiba
I wish that I could go back and do it all over again
But I know that that ain't happening, so I sit remembering
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
I remember, remember
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[Chorus 2x]
Saw you on the dance floor and
I love the way you're movin'
You sure know what you're doin'
Hey girl you're turnin' me on
[Verse 1]
The girls all pause when I walk into the room
Baggied up with cologne
They're prettied up with perfume, I
Feel like I wanna, strut my thing
Baby girl, you wanna dance?
You got a nice small frame
Look at you, the way you move
You got some moves, but I bet you didn't know
I got some moves that don't lose follow me
Look at everybody's eyes, they're all on me
Spotlights follow me for all to see
Honestly, L-I-L-R-O-B
Be where the parties be, people wanna see me
Starring me, I see, It's true
I don't mean to sound like that
But check the soundscan mija, cause I sound like that
Now I don't wear a diamond ring
I just know the jams to bring
You're the type of girl
That I would love to be handling
Wait a minute, keep doin' what you're doin'
I love the way you're movin'
Girl where the hell have you been?
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm club hoppin', ladies got their mouth's droppin'
Their heart's stoppin', ???
Been around since the beginning of pop-lockin'
Bad walkin', bad like back talkin'
The club is poppin', off the hook
Like I feel when the bed's rockin'
The night ain't done, till I'm lip lockin'
Got the chicks flockin'
Feelin' fresh, I got the zip locked in
You only live once, my time is only tick tockin'
Workin' it up, I'm livin' it up
The bartender and the DJ's are mixin' it up
I'm drinkin' it up, as now people start to show up
Asked this pretty girl to dance
And then I rip the floor up
Hey can I dance with you? Take a little chance on you
What a glance will do
Well look at the tight pants on you
Movin' so fine, you're lookin' so fine
Everytime we're partyin', you're blowin' my mind
[Chorus 2x]
Hey girl, I saw you from across the room and
I love the way you're movin'
Keep doin' what you're doin'
Girl where the hell have you been?
[Verse 3]
Let's leave this place and go to another place
???, baby give me a taste
I love your face, I love your waist
Shaped like a vase
You, I will chase
Why must I be like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
If you saw a girl as fine as you
Girl, you would chase that
Ain't nothin' but the Rob in me
Lettin' out the dog in me
Fools try to block it, I block 'em
There's no blockin' me
This happens constantly
This is constantly happenin'
Leave it alone or leave your ass home
I came to, rock the party and wake the dance floor up
What's the matter?
You ain't got no kind of class or what? Back up
[Chorus 2x]
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(Chorus)
It's summer time and I'm drinking on my driveway.
It's summer time and I'm drinking on my driveway.
(Summer time eh, Drinking on my driveway)
Can't bumb with that hard liquor I'm back to my cerveza Pacifico with
no lime a six pack and it's show time drinking in cantinas so drinking
in my driveway either way its atm a toda madre you wanna party but
skylid BYOB, bring your own beer ese and bring some for me and dont
forget about my primos cuz they all drink too dont forget mis amigos
what you think fool? I know you didnt think that you could kick it for
free and I know you didnt think that all the beer was on me if you got
a sack of yerba then you could bring that if you got a gang of rookas
then they can kick back. Im always down for a drink out dont know
nothin nothin leaks out cant handle you liquor? you got to go homie
peace out drive careful and keep an eye out for the jura if they get
you, ya never knew me, I never knew ya
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Borracho being macho you best to split dont ask why just go unless you
want a fat lip shut up dont say nothin no one wants to hear that shit no
one cares what you say get the fuck on with your fit Im lit hey why
you wanna fuck with my high? you blow my mind like drivin a
convertible in July I'll drink some beers whatever kind you
wanna get me Pacifico, Corona, Sol, or Dos Equiz theres party every-
day celebrate like cinco de mayo, carnitas, frijoles, arroz, pico de
gallo, guacamole and salsa, Jose Cuervo, Casadores,Patron, Hornitos
or Suaza. Someone go get the Mariachis from down the street tell em
not to make no plans cuz they aint gonna leave el mariachi loco quiere
bailar y volver volver no se vana cayar
Its summer time ey drinking on my driveway chillin by my '63
Its summer time ey drinking on my driveway dont you wanna
drink with me
Its summer ime ey drinking on my driveway chillin by my '63
It's summer time ey drinking on my driveway wont you have a beer
with me?
Some people drinking bud the other lightin it up and we're the ones
lightin it up to livi it up hey leave it to the chota to fuck my night up
you know the party's over when the jura drives up attention every-
body let me make myself clear you aint gots to go home but get the
fuck outta here leave the beer believe me i'll be watching you too Ive
got friends watching you too so watch what you do Im talking to you
the fool that be actin a fool if you know whats good for you then you
will stop what you do Im losin my cool when he starts catchin a clue
hes destined to lose hes walking without on of his shoes it happens all
the time, why does it always happen to me? Have people over for
some beers and then they dont wanna leave come back tomorrow
and dont be such a light wey its summer time ey drinking in my drive
way!
(chorus)
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Love problems
Money and drug problems
That's all some shit that brings you down...
[Verse 1]
My life couldn't get worse, I wake up with a curse
It's like, fuck, I woke up
Me and my chick just broke up, and I was broke up
I just lost trust for people all around me
Not just friends, not just aquaintences, but also family
And it's sad to see family be like an enemy would be
You're no longer family, now you're just an enemy to me
Don't speak to me, I'm high
Not high enough to not feel the pain
Of being betrayed, played, portrayed for a fool
That shit ain't cool, we ain't in school
I quit school because of the playground
Now my homeboys that have been down and stayed down
Well now they get around
They do what they do, do what they did, had kids
And that's all good though
It's not their fault I'm all alone, in my lonely little hood holmes
Behind the smile theres a frown, sad enough to bring you down
Hey there Ms. Brown, I'm feelin down
Hey there Ms. Brown, I want you 'round
[Chorus]
Heeey there Ms. Brooown
I want you rooound
I'm feelin dooown
Heeey there Ms. Brooown
I need you rooound
I'm feelin dooown
[Verse 2]
I see you kickin back with the homies all the time
And I wanna try you, what would you do to, me
Is it true what they say, you could take my pain away
Leave me with nothing but sunny days, and take my rain away
Right away, what am I missing, how could I miss something I never had
Are you, really that bad, don't even know you, but I want you so bad
Guaranteed to make me feel good, I wish you would
Should I introduce myself to Ms. Brown, I think I should
Mucho gusto, such a sweet love
Sweet like chocolate, make me feel higher, than weed does
She does things to me, that make me see things, in a whole new way
I'd pay any price to feel this nice
You're priceless, make my life timeless
Thank you for your kindness
I just, can't get enough of you
You're so addictive, and I'm so addicted
Hey there Ms. Brown
I need you 'round
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm tryin to say I'm not perfect, you see we all make mistakes
I'm far from perfect, my heart aches, my heart breaks
Wish it didn't, but it does
Wish it wasn't, but it was
Try to look you, in the eye
But I can't see, through the fuzz
It's cuz of this, it's come to this, the, lonliest lonliness
I thought two times, when my primo told me this
He said, slowly she becomes you, 'till you become her
Then your life becomes a blurr and you forget who you were
I guess he's right, I look in the mirror and I don't know who I am
I'm lost, don't even know what direction I'm in
Hey there Ms. Brown, come paint a pretty picture again
I'm feelin down, Ms. Brown make me feel better again
I'd like to thank you for your, kindness
I just, can't get enough of you
You're so addictive, and I'm so addicted
Hey there Ms. Brown, I'm feelin down
I need you 'round
[Chorus 2x]
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(Lil' Rob)
Wacha, there's a difference between fact and fiction
Pay close attention, do more than listen
Hear what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it
Claiming that they be having it
But really they ain't having shit
Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit
Keep talking shit bitch that's what your skill is
Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit
Can't spit like I can spit straight up immaculate
Talented handle it Simon ey I'm a man that did
Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin
Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican
From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns
Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali
Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one
You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac
Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap
(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)
Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it
I'm keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid.
Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it
I'm keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, I don't wanna do what you did stupid
(Lil' Rob)
A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme
and to Hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real
Homeboy I ain't never heard nothing weaker
I can't believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker
Its like who heard you and told you that you were good?
They lied to you, you can't rap but they said you could
Why, would they do that, now look what they done did
Made a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kid
I know where I'm from, I know what I've done
I know what it takes to be number one
You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the
Dime Your questioning, I'm answering before your asking it
I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I'm backing
It I'm backin it, while you're a lying fucking sack of shit
Chronic shit? Got a big ol' fluffy fuckin sack of it
It's no accident when I'm packing it, relaxing it,
kicking back and shit I loss my mind,
I loss the time where'd it go
I don't know, lost track of it
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(Lil' Rob)
San Diego, city I was brought up in
Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin
I'm getting numbers while I'm dragging bumpers
Scraping it up, Juice, I think I've got more than
Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never
Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic
Sabes Que? I'm sick of the mic, I'm sic on the mic
Your sounding like a bitch on the mic
I'm sick of my life and still kick the shit that you
Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it
Tonight I'm tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a
Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight
I'm going out of my head like little Anthony
Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow
Weeping like a willow it's Lil' Rob esse breaking it
Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed
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(Lil' Rob)
Quando el dia se converte noche
Wacha las chiespas que volan del coche
Lil' Rob is un locote
Thought I was done? Fuck no
I won't let it go
See I made you what you are putos
And everybody knows
Don't try to hide what's so obvious
Without Lil' Rob around you got no audience
Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense
Not just a little bit but all of it
Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it?
Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell the mother fucker
Check the bar codes the one with scan well you ain't got those
Cause of The wrong mind you cross the wrong line
?? Ready to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line
Got some bullets in the cartage do some damage to your cartilage
Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete
Cause you wants you shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop
Click Click that's all you hear is Click Click and no shots
(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Somebody call the cops
(Lil' Rob)
Hey fat boy you drop something
A fucking dime you fucking swine
Rather have my pride than run and hide
Thought you were a gangster
Thought you knew the rules
There's a fork up in your road puto
Which one you gonna chose?
Whichever way it is
Guarantee your gonna lose
I know your move before you make it
Leaving you confused
How can the fuck do I know what I do
It's not that hard to find out info
Cause no one likes you
Everybody that I talk to
Wants to see your downfall
Knocking you out left and right
And I'm boxing southpaw
You run cause you're a rat
Not cause you're an outlaw
I just can't get over it
You couldn't be more of a bitch
Say nobody likes me? Shit
I don't like nobody
They're a bunch of backstabbers
Not to mention whack rappers
Where's all the real homeboys at?
I don't see none bitch you cut
Your pony tail Puto so you could be one
(Lil' Rob)
Fool you just a phony
never was a homie
You are what you eat
Full of fucking baloney
Though your name is Tony
Your no, Tony Mandana
Don't get brave like Atlanta
Won't exist just like Santa
I'm not even worried
About what'chu might do
I'll be waiting with a German MG-42
And that's some heavy artillery
You think your killing me
I know your fucking feeling me
Tu saves que puto?
Let the fucking war begin
I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win
Smiley faces sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smiley faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you
Whatchu gonna do when your covers blown
And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and
Carmen comes to get'cha? Carmen's just a bitch
Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!
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I got that A to the motherfucking K
Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the ground
But you know they're right down
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck around
Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked
But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot
I say it's nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me
That only figures when you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me
Orale that's what I say
Orale puto that's what I say before I spray
All them fucking levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell everybody what I just did
Lined up some levas and I just got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble
But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But right now the shells are stacking up
I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up
[Chorus]
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
Simon they got me on the leva
Don't give a shit, I'm listo
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha
For any rivals or the jura
The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping trucha
Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya
You won't leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette
Cuz you won't know where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll roll your fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some levas over there
What the fuck are they gonna do to me
Cuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Soy chingon, fuck em all
See some levas standing then you see some levas fall
As I spray and make their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get away
But I can't split until at least one dies
So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming
Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up
[Chorus]
A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring down my locs
Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see you're nothing but a lop
You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk
It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, when you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punks
But uh, enough about you fools
I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool
And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm stacking up the shells
Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing spree
Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I don't give a fuck
Keep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up
[Chorus]
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
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(Lil' Rob)
Hey what's happening?
It's your homeboy Lil' Rob
Back with some more shit
You know I cruise my low riders
But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you know?
What happen to the good music?
All that oldies shit
This ones going out to everybody low riding
And need something to cruise to wacha
(Lil' Rob)
All you vatos take note, Lil' Rob ain't no joke
So wacha, Jump in my six-three Impala
Put down the top as I pull to the stop
Drop, roll, never can be to low
Simon I got low riders, hundred spoke wires
White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher
Than anything you've ever seen
Fucking mean fucking clean
Can't drive to fast or start swerving
Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it
That's what you do when you've got Hydraulics
I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it
We don't fake ese we just take it
Don't try to jack it bullet holes in your jacket
From my semi-automatic
What you thought ese we ain't got no pride?
Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside
[Chorus]
I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin (Were I'm cruisin)
My Lowride'ss looking good (My Low rides looking good)
Said I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin (Where we go cruisin)
And it's all to the good
Orale, check this out
(Lil' Rob)
Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita
C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know?
Forty-five player for all my oldies
Forty-five double M for all them phonies
Gots corner windows and the three fifty
Pedal to the metal I can take off like quickly
Shit I could smoke em like my pistola
Like a Lil' Rob Rola my Troqa's the bomba
Naw it aint painted, homes it's just primer
Back with some thirteens and a sun visor
It still looks mean though, it still looks clean though
See it on the website I'm drinking with my primos
w-w-w dot Lil' Rob dot com, I can cruise all day
And cruise all night long, from sun down til sun up
I'll cruise my troqa, I'm a lowrider, I told ya, I told ya
[Chorus]
Simon!
(Lil' Rob)
Got a big body, F-L-double E-T double U
Double O D 1993 caddy
Extended A-Arms cause homes I play hard
Hop my carucha hopping down the boulevard
Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams
Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands
I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me
Three wheel standing hopping with smooth landings
Four racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun
Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in guaranteed to spill some
I won't stop til I catch my trunk up on fire
Keep on hopping till I pop a tire
Pass the wire, and let it be known
I'll pay the chrome bill before I pay the phone
And that's when you know, that you're a lowrider
Got pride in my ride everybody else just admires
[Chorus]
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