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Lil' Rob Representing

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

[Lil
I'm where I'm from 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, it up and get high
Cause we get lit, bet on to get rich
They lock jaw, we stand by with break
I walk obstacles you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and lots of flavor a popsicle
Brought up in the barrio, 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 the bomb chron', only the best
Filled up my chest with the mota the Southwest

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

Rob]
I always try to crisp and clean
Keep my lookin mean
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 cause that's where it hurts
I tuck the under the skirt
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy gonna get worse
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain link
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 drag
Until the back alley, la pare
ese lil rob controlamos vas a ver,
Bien pedo, pero estoy shrap a filero
And when I bust, I bust like
Too of a rush, I don't mean like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil Rob's a sick

[Lil
I hynitas,tienen una linda sonrisa
When it comes to sex I'm triple X like my
mija? Como te llamas?
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 vida movidas
olvidame y cuidate see you I see ya
I'm all for comin in often, runnin
The six-three Impala felt coppin somethin you popped
off at the mouth but you ain't nothin
Why the you vatos wanna be startin somethin?
I'm loco, I'm goin psycho, but I let the mic go
I let the mic go whoa, that was a typo
Sounds tight homey done spit it again
I'm in it to win, the why I did it again
I'm