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Lil' Rob Representing

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

[Lil
I'm representin I'm from San Diego, C.A.
my nine treys, vatos that duck the sunrays
Put 18 on my sleeves, degrees
with the coastal breeze and got my close to me
I park my ride, and outside
Roll up a joint, it up and get high
Cause we get lit, bet on pits to get
They lock jaw, we stand by break sticks
I walk through obstacles you might, impossible
Unstoppable and lots of flavor like a
Brought up in the barrio, man
{?} Caminos from one ol' vato
The big bad Cali fast land where sango weed
Smoke the grass and I mean the lawn
I mean the chron', only the best
Filled up my chest with the mota the Southwest

2X: Lil Rob w/ ad libs]

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

[Lil
I always try to stay crisp and
Keep my lowriders mean
Homeboy you can read it on my
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 homes cause that's where it
I tuck the under the skirt
You I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's gonna get worse
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble 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 time up the brown rag
In a brown rag, let it down and let the back
Until the alley, grita la pare
ese lil rob homie vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero estoy like a filero
And when I bust, I bust pistolero
Too much of a rush, I don't like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil Rob's a vato

[Lil
I hynitas,tienen una linda sonrisa
When it comes to sex I'm triple X my camisa
Whassup Como te llamas?
her hot like a plancha, lay you down on the cama de Volada, nothin like a fine Me-xi-cana
Shakin nalgas, somebody the ventana
Mira, it's la vida movidas
olvidame y see you when I see ya
I'm all for in often, runnin trippin
The six-three Impala like coppin somethin you popped
off at the mouth but you ain't nothin
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, was a typo
Sounds tight though homey spit it again
I'm in it to win, the reason why I did it
I'm