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up man
Back again
Giving you to relate to

I'm back at my pad
Getting it with my familia otra ves
time to bail out and get out of this mess
So they really like my ways
And they don't really give a damn about I say
So I jump in the carrucha, trucha
I'm through the town steady scraping the ground
Now I'm up the area
Some staring at me suprised I'm still
'cause back in the day I got shot
we let the bullets fly
But that don't mean I'll lecture you how I almost
Why did this chump survive, why I'm still alive
Lil' Rob con since 95
Ain't no me now
Rob is on the prowl
Don't ask me how 'cause I don't to explain it
ask me how 'cause it's too complicated
For you uneducated vatos to
You try to creep up but you sleep I'm rolling nine deep
And to you vatos who me then want help from me
You must be stupid, acting like a dummy with the

L-I-L
C-R-O-W-D
I'm the L-I-L
B-R-O-W-N
L-I-L
B-R-O-W-N
I'm the L-I-L
C-R-O-W-D

Dropping smoothly, oh man

It's Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
I've never done it, but I've more crytal than Folgers
I guess you say I've got my choice
Either get up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice
buying up my vocals
Sometimes they're mellow and they're loco
Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the
Rolling my primo, so watch the 63 glide
I've got my on the side of me
on the right of me, and she's looking 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 left the of her lips on my face
we're 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 living life on the calle so let me it
If you don't know my name ese then let me 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, if I say I don't claim
They still know my face and still know my name
I see vatos that I hate
But I won't hit them up because I'm to get my life straight
But they decide to hit me up
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 crazy man their ain't no rules
And you gotta
I'm doing the same thing as any other man
You can call it gang violence or call in what you
But even the innocent man will kill
Stay still, as I drop reality
All the gente talking that 'cause they just can't handle me
I speak about the real, and how I feel
And I still kick back the homeboys from the hood
But to the Man upstairs, I'm trying to do

Yeah man, you understand
You may call it a thing
But you'd do the same tambien
Right, giving you something to to