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Lil' Rob Lyrics

Yeah happenin - wussup 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 the sunrays
Put 18 on my sleeves, eighty-five
with the breeze and got my cuete close to me
I park my ride, and outside
Roll up a joint, it up and get high
Cause we get lit, bet on to get rich
They lock jaw, we stand by with break
I through obstacles you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and lots of flavor a popsicle
up in the barrio, medicine man
like {?} from one ol' vato
The big bad Cali fast land it's sango weed
the grass and I don't mean the lawn
I mean the bomb chron', the best
up my chest with the mota from 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 best stay out of my way - way

Rob]
I always try to stay crisp and
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 with a
Let me hit 'em with the homes cause that's where it hurts
I the crossbars under the skirt
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's gonna get
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble the chain link gates
Hit the keg, the mic and celebrate
Uno dos, uno dos, mic one two
Sick like the in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu
Tilt the bag, at the same time 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 controlamos vas a ver,
pedo, pero estoy shrap like a filero
And when I bust, I bust like
Too much of a rush, I mean like a tecato
gato, Lil Rob's a sick vato

[Lil
I hynitas,tienen una linda 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 like a fine
Shakin nalgas, somebody open the
Mira, la vida makin movidas
olvidame y see you when I see ya
I'm all for comin in often, runnin
The six-three felt like coppin somethin you popped
off at the mouth but you ain't poppin
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, that was a
Sounds though homey done spit it again
I'm in it to win, the reason why I did it
I'm