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Lil' Rob Lyrics

Yeah what's - wussup homes?
Yeah, ese Lil Rob
Representin where I'm from
San Diego, C.A.
That's right...

Rob]
I'm where I'm from San Diego, C.A.
With my nine treys, vatos that the sunrays
Put 18 on my sleeves, eighty-five
the coastal breeze and got my cuete close to me
I my ride, and jump outside
up a joint, light it up and get high
Cause we get lit, bet on to get rich
They jaw, we stand by with break sticks
I walk through you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and lots of flavor like a
up in the barrio, medicine man
like {?} Caminos from one ol'
The big bad Cali fast land it's sango weed
Smoke the grass and I don't mean the
I the bomb chron', only the best
up my chest with the mota from the Southwest

[Chorus 2X: Lil Rob w/ ad

Representin where I'm - where I'm from
San Diego, C.A. - all day
Ready or not here I come - here I
So you vatos best out of my way - make way

[Lil
I try to stay crisp and clean
my lowriders lookin mean
Homeboy you can read it on my
It say Lil Rob known as Mr. 1218
Ey let me at 'em let me get 'em hit 'em a verse
Let me hit 'em with the truth homes cause that's where it
I tuck the crossbars under the
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's gonna get
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain gates
Hit the keg, the mic and celebrate
Uno dos, uno dos, mic one two
Sick like the agua in Tijuana, I'm like the flu
Tilt the brown bag, at the time throw up the brown rag
In a brown rag, let it down and let the drag
Until the back alley, grita la
ese lil rob homie vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero estoy like a filero
And when I bust, I like pistolero
Too much of a rush, I don't mean like a
gato, Lil Rob's a sick vato

[Lil
I love hynitas,tienen una sonrisa
it comes to sex I'm triple X like my camisa
Whassup mija? te llamas?
Make her hot like a plancha, lay you down on the cama de Volada, nothin a fine Me-xi-cana
Shakin nalgas, open the ventana
Mira, la vida makin movidas
y cuidate see you when I see ya
I'm all for comin in often, runnin
The six-three Impala felt like coppin somethin you
off at the mouth but you ain't poppin
Why the fuck you vatos wanna be startin
I'm loco, I'm goin psycho, but I let the mic go
I can't let the mic go whoa, that was a
Sounds tight homey done spit it again
I'm in it to win, the reason why I did it
I'm