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Lil' Rob Representing

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

[Lil
I'm representin where I'm San Diego, C.A.
With my nine treys, vatos that the sunrays
Put 18 on my sleeves, degrees
with the breeze and got my cuete close to me
I my ride, and jump outside
Roll up a joint, light it up and get
we get lit, bet on pits to get rich
They jaw, we stand by with break sticks
I walk obstacles you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and lots of like a popsicle
Brought up in the barrio, man
like {?} Caminos from one ol'
The big bad Cali fast where it's sango weed
Smoke the grass and I don't the lawn
I mean the chron', only the best
Filled up my chest with the mota from the

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

[Lil
I always try to stay crisp and
Keep my lowriders lookin
Homeboy you can it on my sleeves
It say Lil Rob also 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 where it hurts
I tuck the under the skirt
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy gonna get worse
Still neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain link gates
Hit the keg, grab the mic and
Uno dos, uno dos, mic one two
Sick the agua in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu
Tilt the brown bag, at the same throw up the brown rag
In a brown rag, let it and let the back drag
Until the back alley, la pare
ese lil rob homie vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero estoy shrap a filero
And when I bust, I like pistolero
Too much of a rush, I mean like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil a sick vato

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