up man Back again Giving you to relate to
I'm kicking at my pad Getting it through with my familia ves time to bail out and get out of this mess So they don't like my ways And they don't really give a about what I say So I jump in the carrucha, keep I'm strolling through the town steady the ground Now I'm lighting up the Some at me suprised I'm still alive 'cause in the day I got shot homey we let the bullets fly But don't mean I'll lecture you how I almost died Why did this chump survive, why I'm still alive Lil' Rob con trunamos 95 no stopping me now Lil' Rob is on the Don't ask me how 'cause I don't have to it Don't ask me how 'cause it's too For you vatos to learn You try to creep up but you sleep 'cause I'm rolling nine And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help me You be stupid, you're acting like a dummy with the
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Dropping smoothly, oh man
It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown on his shoulders I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal Folgers I guess you could say I've got my get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice People up my vocals Sometimes mellow and sometimes they're loco Cruising the Eastside, flip it to the B-side Rolling my primo, so watch the 63 glide I've got my on the side of me She's on the right of me, and she's looking so fine to me Hey babe, come a little So Lil' Rob can hold ya As I drop a taste for my race Oh yes, she left the marks of her on my face Simon rolling, rag-top folding We're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for too low They never to harrass us Always pulling us over never will they pass us I'm life on the calle so let me tell it If you don't know my ese then let me spell it
Hey man, I'm twenty
people say "Lil' Rob get out the gang" But then they say it like if it no thang But see, even if I say I claim They still know my face and they still my name I see some vatos that I But I won't hit up because I'm trying to get my life straight But decide to hit me up instead I'm on their leva, they're the who want me dead So um, am I supposed to do? time to show these fools In the crazy life man their no rules And you gotta I'm doing the same damn thing as any man You can call it violence or call in what you will But even the most innocent man kill Stay still, as I drop shit All the gente that petho 'cause they just can't handle me I speak about the real, and how I feel And I still kick with the homeboys from the hood But to the Man upstairs, I'm to do good
Yeah man, you understand You may call it a gang But do the same thing tambien Right, giving you something to to