Lil Rob

[fox69]

"Representing"

"Representing"


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

[Lil Rob]
I'm representin where I'm from San Diego, C.A.
With my nine treys, vatos that duck the sunrays
Put 18 on my sleeves, eighty-five degrees
with the coastal breeze and got my cuete close to me
I park my ride, and jump outside
Roll up a joint, light it up and get high
Cause we get lit, bet on pits to get rich
They lock jaw, we stand by with break sticks
I walk through obstacles you might, find impossible
Unstoppable and lots of flavor like a popsicle
Brought up in the barrio, medicine man
like [?] Caminos from one ol' vato
The big bad Cali fast land where it's sango weed
Smoke the grass and I don't mean the lawn
I mean the bomb chron', only the best
Filled up my chest with the mota from the Southwest

[Chorus x2: Lil Rob w/ ad libs]
Representin where I'm from - where I'm from
San Diego, C.A. - all day
Ready or not here I come - here I come
So you vatos best stay out of my way - make way

[Lil Rob]
I always try to stay crisp and clean
Keep my lowriders lookin mean
Homeboy you can read it on my sleeves
It say Lil Rob also known as Mr. 1218
Ey let me at 'em let me get 'em hit 'em with a verse
Let me hit 'em with the truth homes cause that's where it hurts
I tuck the crossbars under the skirt
You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's gonna get worse
Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain link gates
Hit the keg, grab the mic and celebrate
Uno dos, uno dos, mic check one two
Sick like that hour in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu
Tilt the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag
In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag
Until the back alley, [?] la pare
It's a little rough por chroma los, homey [?]
Bien [?], peros construct like a [?]
And when I bust, I bust my pistolero
Too much of a rush, I don't mean like a tecato
Heavy gato, Lil Rob's a sick vato

[Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
I love palmetas, que onda Linda, son grisa
When it comes to sex I'm triple X like my camisa
Whassup mija? Como te llamas?
Make her hot like a blunt, try lay her down on the calmate
Vollada, nothin like a fine Me-xi-cana
Shakin [?], somebody open the ventana
Mira, it's la vida makin mojidas
[?], see you when I see ya
I'm all for comin in often, runnin trippin
The six-three Impala felt like coppin somethin you popped
off at the mouth but you ain't poppin nothin
Why the fuck you vatos wanna be startin somethin?
I'm loco, I'm goin psycho, but I can't let the mic go
I can't let the mic go whoa, that was a typo
Sounds tight though homey done spit it again
I'm in it to win, the reason why I did it again
I'm representin

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rolas In Progress"

"Rolas In Progress"


Giving you a selection of perfection
No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression
Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing
And leave them sketching, did I mention I'm not resting
Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive
Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative
Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes
You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes
Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes
You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you
Guys begging for attention, attention
Homey I was riding back in seventh grade in detention
I have to send those fools back to the drawing board
Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored
Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more
You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more
Hoping you don't have no more

[Chorus]
Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one
Got so many styles homey, go ahead and pick one
I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them
Pick which one you like and ride with any of them
Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one
Got so many styles ese, go ahead and pick one
I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them
Pick which one you like and ride with any of them

Simon, you brought more time but what you saying
Quit saying the same thing over, it's over
My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older
Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter
Way of life like a solar system
Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen
You got three minutes to make your distance
Cuz I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it
Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest
And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness
You were a ten, with your attitude minues six
Now you're just a poor stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch
Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star
It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far
Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton
When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron
Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone
I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone

[Chorus]

Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me
I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy
People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it
Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it
Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me
I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me
You need to open your fucking eyes cuz you still ain't seeing me
My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me
They call me selfish, oh well greedy
Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me
You said that they said one thing, you said that I said something
Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing
Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing
Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing
You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions
Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rough Neighborhood"

"Rough Neighborhood"


[Lil Rob:]
Yeah
I Used To Ride My Bicicleta
Down The Calles Of My Town
Oldies Everyday,Thats The Way It Was
Those Were The Days, The Crazy Ones
A Lot People Died That Summer
Its A Bummer But Shit Happens
Or Rob Them In A Day And See Ambullences From A Distance
A Place Where You'd Find Seringes
And The Drug Use Was Tremendous
Some Say My Town Was Surrendous
Until The Drug Use Was Off The Hinges
My Boarder Brothers Would Have To Run Fast, Dash
And Hop The Fences
Dont Take That Out Of Content Homeboy,
Cus We're All Gente Through My Lentes
But The Migra Would Creep Down, And Sweep Hard
And Take Them All Back To Tj If They Didnt Have The Green Card
The Parke Was The Spot, It Was Hot
And It Was Dealin In The Street
The Heroine Was A Killer Homeboy
It Had Seven Killings In A Week
It Was A Bad Bash But They Still Had To Have That,
So It Didnt Stop Me
I'd Come To The Pad
And Sells All The Merchandise Til The Jura Cought'em
We Used To Get Shit For Cheap Homes, Like 90% Off
Give Homie A Little Feria For His Fix
And Then He Sped Off

[Chorus:]
I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
Than You Learn In School

I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
Than You Learn In School

[Lil Rob:]
It Was Cool Walking To School
See The Vatos And The Gatos Itchin And Twitchin, Scratchin
Havin A Conversation With Satin
On The Good One (On The Good Trip)
I Mean Loaded Off Some Good Shit
You Might Not Believe It
But Ey Homes This Aint No Bullshit
My Town Was All Brown Man,
The Gente And The Drogas
People Walking Around Fucked Up, Druged Up, Lookin All Sucked Up
But Thats Where I Was Brought Up
Where A Lot Of People Shot Up
Got Caught Up And Locked Up
Its Not Just Sumthin That I Thought Up
It Was Somthing That Was Happenin
And I Seen It With My Own Eyes Eh
La Colonia, Eden Gardens Californ I A
Got A Little Older
And My Blood Got A Little Colder
Started Taggin Up My Plaquaso Up On My Barrio
Up On My Folder
Me And Homeboys We Would Walk The Calles
Lookin Like Soldiers
With The Chip On Their Shoulders
The Size Of Bolders,Little Lokesters
Down To Get Down With The Next Town When They Came Around
We Be Throwin Chicasos,
We Be Spittin Balazos

[Chorus:]
I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
Than You Learn In School

I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
Than You Learn In School

[Lil Rob:]
It Wasnt Long Before I Got Mine
See I Got Shot At The Stop Sign
Took A Bala To The Boca
Got Blood All Over My Ropa
I Lost A Couple Of Homies
I Got Some Friends Up In The Pin
But When They Get Out
It Seems Like They Go Right Back In Again
It All Started Out With Crazy Situations
Juvinall Hall And Probation
Then Get Busted For Violation
That Leaves A Lifetime Incarcaration
But My Town Went Through Some Changes
One Thing Will Never Change
It Made Me Who I Am
And I Remain To Stay The Same

[Chorus:]
I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
Than You Learn In School

I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
Than You Learn In School

 

[fox69]

"Rumors"
(feat. Mr. Shadow)

"Rumors"
(feat. Mr. Shadow)


[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell us some of the rumors that have emerged since the release
Of that album, and some of the things you've been through

[Lil' Rob]
Well let me put it like this all these fools talking shit all the time
I was 16 with the bullet, representing the 619
But these fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to make it
And so they'd rather hate it because they just can't fade it
Gang related, situated, now I'm back
These putos talking smack, but I kind of like that in a way
And one day I might say they're the ones who helped me do this
Had it in me all the time and I knew this, I'm still foolish
Fools are clueless to what I can do with my ability
Thought of myself as a cholo not a real MC
So I did what I did and I'm so glad that I did it
Because it put some chips in my pocket when I'm finished
Using words like simon and leva
People try to put me down but end up floating down the river
See I told you twice before, but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine

[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All these fucking fools can talk all the fucking shit about me
Cuz I could give a fuck, you know what I mean
This proves I'm above their level, you know

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?

[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those punk who try and diss me
Talking mad shit, but they miss me, remenice me
Because they used to talk head about my rhymes
And when they heard me on the radio they request it till I die
And I bust at it and I love you yapping lips
Cuz it makes me rap my rolas and my music, stack my chips
This is Shadow the crazy vato them fools want to battle
Then they end up on the gravel when they act like hoes and tattle
Now why would you want part of this truthfulness
Don't get caught up in the mix
Cuz I hate them phony putos dippin all up in my business
Ese gotta hit the street for all them fools that player-hate
Cuz ain't no bunch of chavalas stopping me from making bank
I need to take it to make it, like laws I break it unfaded
I'll be remaining like Satan, I'm serving hate to those who perpertrating

[Mr. Shadow]
That's pretty much how I feel
So I tell them haters you can only witness what you see
Not the things you hear
Remember that

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

[Steve Austin]
Since we're talking about rumors
I heard Lil' Rob and Shadow weren't always the best of friends
So Shadow can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really going on?

[Mr. Shadow]
Simon we had some problems but like adults we had to squash it
We formed the Mayhem Click (Why?) cuz everybody wants it
The badest motherfuckers together no one's ever gonna intimidate us
Just imitate us, player-hate us
Don't bother anylising anything we do
Cuz the shit we kick is tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob making heads bob and it don't stop
Cuz we're bound to keep on flowing till you see our caskets drop

[Lil' Rob]
It's that one little cholo back before I go
Just thought I'd let you know that you can never stop my flow
So I suggest you put that shit to rest, quit talking all that mess
You're just talking about the best and you're just wasting your breath
As I sit here, thinking never thought it would be you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind my our business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off the bitch list)

[Mr. Shadow]
So now you know where we're coming from
And with that, it concludes our story for today
I hope you motherfuckers learned your leason
And learned how to keep your fucking trap shut
And quit spreading rumors that aren't true
Cuz that shit be getting motherfuckers in trouble
And believe me you don't want part of that
You don't want none of this Mayhem Click
And we're out

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

 

[fox69]

"San Diego"

"San Diego"


What's up ese
It's your homeboy
Lil' Rob
Representing my city to the fullest
San Diego, Southern California
That's where I'm from, simon

S-A-N D-I-E-G-O representado con Mano Lopalo
Mi pa mi lado, Chicano liempo creased down with the wrinkles
Bet you get them tingles when you listen to my singles
Mi cate, pelonsito con marijuanito
Got one hand on my cuete and the other on my pistol
Siempre listo, mijito en todo
I'm one bad motherfucker from the wrong side of town ese, mi moto
Pero no me jolles, but I still enjoy this
Lil' Rob controla, fucking up this rola like a bomba on the boulevard
Cruising with the 45's, got my loaded .45's still living this Crazy Life
I lay low like a Chevrolet, Chevrolet
And I bust my rhymes and they come away, come away
And I been many places but it's not the same though
L-I-L R-O-B, S-A-N D-I-E-G-O

[Chorus]
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego, Southern California

Though my town ain't what it used to be
It still means everything to me
I used to have dreams to be, something is what it made of me
Nothing like I used to see, drug deals everyday homey
Overdoses? Yeah usually, but the streets was so damn good to me
Pain the walls with graffiti, all the vatos acting rough with me
So rough so tough with me, pinche juras handcuffing me
They never left me alone, just cuz I was pelon
And because of my skin-tone, fuck that must be cuz I'm chingon
And I tell it like it is, my shit's bad damn right it is
Can't believe how tight it is, like baby Jennifer Lopez
Leaving all you fools so please, knowing you can't fuck with this
Say that you don't like my shit, your fucked and now you're stuck with it
I know that you're bumping it, on the down low you be loving it
I'm the baddest one Brown-raggin it, catch me on the street Brown-baggin it
This one's for my city where I learned my flow
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, San Diego

[Chorus]

I always say stay down for the Brown
But don't let no one get you down, don't frown
Ready for showdowns, I got more sold than MoTown bumping in your town
Who's got the flows now? Who's running the shows now?
The wicked wicked Lil' Rob gots it all under control now
Go now, if you know what's good for you
But you're one of those vatos that likes to talk away
If you had any sense you'd swallow your foolish pride homey and walk away
The other way, oh by the way I fly away back to my four corner room
Like my song 4 Corner Room, tripping out like I was on shrooms
I sit and look at the colorful things, evil, good or whatever it brings
Spread my wings and fly away again, Lil' Rob the San Diegan
Let me know when you want to play again, play again
Maybe next year on the Fifth of May again, May again
But until then keep up with Lil' Rob year round
And I'm promising you the crystal clear sound of a Mexican
But it's time for me to go rest again
It's time for me to go but I'll be back to flow
Remember my name, Lil' Rob
Know where I'm from, San Diego

[Chorus]

That's right
That's the way we do it
San Diego, Southern California
Yea, 1904
That's right
San Diego

 

[fox69]

"Saw You On The Dance Floor"

"Saw You On The Dance Floor"


[Chorus x2]
Saw you on the dance floor and
I love the way you're movin'
You sure know what you're doin'
Hey girl you're turnin' me on

[Verse 1]
The girls all pause when I walk into the room
Baggied up with cologne
They're prettied up with perfume, I
Feel like I wanna, strut my thing
Baby girl, you wanna dance?
You got a nice small frame
Look at you, the way you move
You got some moves, but I bet you didn't know
I got some moves that don't lose follow me
Look at everybody's eyes, they're all on me
Spotlights follow me for all to see
Honestly, L-I-L-R-O-B
Be where the parties be, people wanna see me
Starring me, I see, It's true
I don't mean to sound like that
But check the soundscan mija, cause I sound like that
Now I don't wear a diamond ring
I just know the jams to bring
You're the type of girl
That I would love to be handling
Wait a minute, keep doin' what you're doin'
I love the way you're movin'
Girl where the hell have you been?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
I'm club hoppin', ladies got their mouth's droppin'
Their heart's stoppin', ???
Been around since the beginning of pop-lockin'
Bad walkin', bad like back talkin'
The club is poppin', off the hook
Like I feel when the bed's rockin'
The night ain't done, till I'm lip lockin'
Got the chicks flockin'
Feelin' fresh, I got the zip locked in
You only live once, my time is only tick tockin'
Workin' it up, I'm livin' it up
The bartender and the DJ's are mixin' it up
I'm drinkin' it up, as now people start to show up
Asked this pretty girl to dance
And then I rip the floor up
Hey can I dance with you? Take a little chance on you
What a glance will do
Well look at the tight pants on you
Movin' so fine, you're lookin' so fine
Everytime we're partyin', you're blowin' my mind

[Chorus x2]

Hey girl, I saw you from across the room and
I love the way you're movin'
Keep doin' what you're doin'
Girl where the hell have you been?

[Verse 3]
Let's leave this place and go to another place
???, baby give me a taste
I love your face, I love your waist
Shaped like a vase
You, I will chase
Why must I be like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
If you saw a girl as fine as you
Girl, you would chase that
Ain't nothin' but the Rob in me
Lettin' out the dog in me
Fools try to block it, I block 'em
There's no blockin' me
This happens constantly
This is constantly happenin'
Leave it alone or leave your ass home
I came to, rock the party and wake the dance floor up
What's the matter?
You ain't got no kind of class or what? Back up

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"School Days"

"School Days"


[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teaching the golden rule
American history and practical math
You studying hard and hopin' to pass
Working your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone

[Verse 2:]
Ring, ring, goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Keep up the teacher, don't know how mean she looks

[Verse 3:]
As soon as three o'clock rolls around
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books, get out of your seat
Down the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and round the bend
Right to the juke joint, you go in

[Verse 4:]
Drop the coin right into the slot
You gotta hear somethin' that's really hot
With the one you love, you're making romance
All day long, you been wantin' to dance
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round, we go

[20 seconds of instrumental]

[Verse 4]

[Verse 5:]
Hail, hail rock and roll
Deliver me from the days of old
Long live rock and roll
The beat of the drums, loud and bold
Rock, rock, rock and roll
The feeling is there, body and soul

 

[fox69]

"Shells Stackin' Up"

"Shells Stackin' Up"


I got that A to the motherfucking K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the ground
But you know they're right down
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck around
Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked
But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot
I say it's nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me
That only figures when you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me
Orale that's what I say
Orale puto that's what I say before I spray
All them fucking levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell everybody what I just did
Lined up some levas and I just got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble
But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But right now the shells are stacking up
I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

[Chorus]
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)

Simon they got me on the leva
Don't give a shit, I'm listo
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha
For any rivals or the jura
The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping trucha
Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya
You won't leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette
Cuz you won't know where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll roll your fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some levas over there
What the fuck are they gonna do to me
Cuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Soy chingon, fuck em all
See some levas standing then you see some levas fall
As I spray and make their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get away
But I can't split until at least one dies
So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming
Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

[Chorus]

A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring down my locs
Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see you're nothing but a lop
You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk
It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, when you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punks
But uh, enough about you fools
I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool
And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm stacking up the shells
Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing spree
Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I don't give a fuck
Keep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up

[Chorus]

Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie

 

[fox69]

"Shot Gun"

"Shot Gun"


[Chorus: Nasty]
"Shotgun
Shoot it 'fore he run, now
Shotgun
Shoot it 'fore he run, now" - [JR Walker and the All Stars]

[Lil Rob]
[Verse 1]
They get it poppin' and I come in blastin'
Like a shotgun, it's not the first time I shot one
Hit the stage like a twelve gauge
It's blowin' out the barrel like a bow and arrow
Bullseye!
Lil Rob, oh my
They say "He's dead," but he's so alive
And that's no jive
Put my tones into the microphone over the saxophones
And he hittin' somethin' crazy
Turn up the bass and bump it, baby
And keep it blastin', everlastin'
With the volume, way passin'
Keep 'em duckin' and dodgin'
Who the fuck are they callin', callin' the cops in
Don't you know
There ain't no stoppin' my

[Repeat Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
Yeah
Lil Rob...
That's right...
Hey man, we're just bumpin' them oldies, you know what I mean...
Yeah...
So turn it up...
And make it bump...
Yeah...
Orale

[Verse 2]
All you hear is the boom
Makin' you shake like a California earthquake when I break
Get the fuck out my way
I suggest you lay low when I'm in way low
Lower than my low-low
Around the world like a yo-yo, I'm going loco
In the cabeza, must be the yesca
Yepa, yepa, yepa, yepa, yepa
Bout to pour me a shot
Shoot my shot, but stop a shot, hey holmes, why not
Bout to pour me a shot
Shoot my shot, but stop a shot, hey holmes, why not
Let 'em go, let 'em blow, let 'em spray
Let me blow them fucking dumb asses away
Hey
Don't you know
You can't fuck with my

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I represent California
I'm kickin' back at the pad
With a pen and a pad, and a drag
And a zag, Lil Rob got a brand new bag
Send 'em back and I'm bad
When I'm bad and I'm brown, hey, we ain't fucking around, ey
Ay yo, Javi, grab me another fuckin' beer, man, yeah
I'm bustin' off like a shotty
For all the haters and the ones who forgot me
Yeah
You see
You can forget, anyone, that you like
I'm making sure that it's not me
Cause I'll be busting like my

[Repeat Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
Alright...
That's right...
Uh hun...
That's how we get down, that's how we put it down, yeah...
That's right...
Yeah, you can't fuck with my...

[Nasty]
"Shotgun" - [JR Walker and the All Stars]

 

[fox69]

"Side 2 Side"

"Side 2 Side"


It's time to ride
Front, back, side to side
Corner and pancake
Haha, make my car shake shake

My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bumps
Everything I need in my low-low
I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the record
My neck hurts from hitting all day
You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches til the day I pass away

[Chorus]
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top back down
No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow
And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with 5x20 tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet that I three wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the iches to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
But when I leave I raise it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again

[Chorus]

Hey homeboy that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63?
Simon
Hey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?
Simon

I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix
Cuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or until I get a head rush
Or until some hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets
Whenever you fix it, back to hitting switches
Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits
Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it
You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop light
Go up at an angle, watch my front tire dangle
Threw it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel
Time for me to go holmes, my batteries are low holmes

[Chorus]