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Lil' Rob Representing

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

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

[Chorus 2X: Lil Rob w/ ad

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

Rob]
I try to stay crisp and clean
Keep my 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 the crossbars under the skirt
You think I'm bad homeboy it's gonna get worse
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain 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 time throw up the rag
In a rag, let it down and let the back drag
Until the back alley, la pare
ese lil rob homie vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero estoy shrap like a
And when I bust, I like pistolero
Too much of a rush, I don't like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil Rob's a sick

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