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Lil' Rob Lyrics

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

Rob]
I'm where I'm from San Diego, C.A.
With my nine treys, that duck 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
Roll up a joint, it up and get high
we get lit, bet on pits to get rich
They jaw, we stand by with break sticks
I walk through you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and of flavor like a popsicle
Brought up in the barrio, man
{?} Caminos from one ol' vato
The big bad Cali fast land where sango weed
Smoke the and I don't mean the lawn
I mean the bomb chron', the best
Filled up my chest the mota from the Southwest

2X: Lil Rob w/ ad libs]

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

[Lil
I try to stay crisp and clean
my lowriders lookin mean
Homeboy you can it on my sleeves
It say Lil Rob also known as Mr.
Ey let me at 'em let me get 'em hit 'em with a
Let me hit 'em with the truth cause that's where it hurts
I tuck the under the skirt
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's get worse
Still neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain link gates
Hit the keg, the mic and celebrate
Uno dos, uno dos, mic one two
like 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 down and let the back
Until the back alley, grita la
ese lil rob homie vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero shrap like a filero
And I bust, I bust like pistolero
Too much of a rush, I mean like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil a sick vato

[Lil
I hynitas,tienen una linda sonrisa
When it to sex I'm triple X like my camisa
Whassup mija? Como te
Make her hot like a plancha, lay you down on the cama de Volada, like a fine Me-xi-cana
nalgas, somebody open the ventana
Mira, it's la makin movidas
y cuidate see you when I see ya
I'm all for in often, runnin trippin
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 somethin?
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