up man Back once Giving you somthing to to
I'm back at my pad Getting it through with my familia ves It's time to bail out and get out of this So they really like my ways And they really give a damn about what I say So I jump in the carrucha, trucha I'm strolling the town steady scraping the ground Now I'm lighting up the Some at me suprised I'm still alive back in the day I got shot homey Because we let the fly But that don't I'll lecture you how I almost died Why did this chump survive, that's why I'm alive Rob con trunamos since 95 Ain't no me now Lil' Rob is on the Don't ask me how 'cause I have to explain it ask me how 'cause it's too complicated For you vatos to learn You try to creep up but you sleep 'cause I'm nine deep And to you vatos who disrepect me then help from me You must be stupid, you're like a dummy with the
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Dropping smoothly, oh man
It's Lil' Rob the vato with the mind on his shoulders I've never done it, but I've seen more than Folgers I guess you could say I've got my Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the People buying up my Sometimes they're mellow and they're loco Cruising through the Eastside, it to the B-side Rolling my primo, so watch the 63 glide got my hyna on the side of me She's on the right of me, and she's so damn fine to me Hey babe, a little closer So Lil' Rob can hold ya As I drop a taste for my race Oh yes, she the marks of her lips on my face we're rolling, rag-top folding We're cruising slow, the jura us over for being too low They never to harrass us Always pulling us over never ever will pass us I'm living life on the so let me tell it If you don't know my ese then let me spell it
Hey man, I'm only
people say "Lil' Rob get out the gang" But they say it like if it ain't no thang But see, even if I say I don't They still know my face and they know my name I see some vatos that I But I won't hit them up I'm trying to get my life straight But decide to hit me up instead I'm on their leva, they're the ones who want me So um, am I supposed to do? It's time to show fools In the life man their ain't no rules And you understand I'm doing the damn thing as any other man You can call it gang or call in what you will But even the innocent man will kill Stay still, as I drop reality All the talking that petho 'cause they just can't handle me Because I speak about the real, and how I And I still kick with the homeboys from the hood But to the Man upstairs, I'm to do good
Yeah man, you gotta You may call it a gang But do the same thing tambien Right, you something to relate to