Lil Rob

[fox69]

"Slow It Down"
(feat. Frankie J)

"Slow It Down"
(feat. Frankie J)



[Chorus:]
Slow it down
If i could go back i would slow it down
If i could turn back i would slow it down
If i could go back i would do it again
Do it again
Do, do, do it again
Ooaaahh

[Verse 1:]
Ain't got no time for no bullshit
Gotta make moves quick
If you snooze then you lose it
Lay you down like my cheverlet
After a day of play
After i juice it
Get stupid
Hit the corner crooked
Don't remember how i took it
Don't remember how i made it
I remember being faded
Remember when i had more than anticipated
Got intoxicated
I almost got incarcirated
Put my petal to the metal
Hear me screechin' down the pavement
I'm messy lil rob
And i'm back up on the block
In a rag top with a back drop not knowin' when to stop
So i'ma keep on rollin' till the wheels are fallin' off
And it might get a little crazy but nobody call the cops
We got it under control
We're on a gangsta stroll
Watchin' out for the pigs on patrol
Cuz my homboys on parole
My little homboys on probation
Still gots a chance to change his life
But right now its incarciration that he's facin'

[Chorus:]
Slow it down
If i could go back i would slow it down
If i could turn back i would slow it down
If i could go back i would do it again
Do it again
Do, do, do it again
Ooaaahh

[Verse 2:]
See homboy vato down the block
He told me vato got shot
In the parking lot of the taco shop
The towns been hot
Been full of cops
Been full of blacas
I told them i don't really understand it homie
Bumpin' this is for la raza
Hit the switch like this
Its your big end of the street
Where i keep my cuete under my seat
Where i keep on the creep
Where we go to the grave with the secrets we keep
And i'ma always keep my word so that i'm able to sleep
I'm bumpin' the beat when i heard her body talkin' to me
I like what its sayin' and i love what i see
You're comin' with me
Her body's cold and comfortable the whole
So magicly now she's sittin' in my passenger seat
We got it under control
We rollin' low
It's so slow i
Hit the land yo and live my life in slow mo
If i could do this one more
Time again just tell me when so i can do it again

[Chorus:]
Slow it down
If i could go back i would slow it down
If i could turn back i would slow it down
If i could go back i would do it again
Do it again
Do, do, do it again
Ooaaahh

[Verse 3:]
See one of my homboys he's doin' good
He started life over
Another homboy not so good
He slid now life's over
He was supposed to be gettin' married
In february
Now he's in the coffin being carried at the cemetary
Getting burried
Take a hit of the joint and keep it cherry
Cuz this shit is gettin' heavy
Like the chevy on 5 twentys
And that's pretty heavy
Tryna make that pretty penny
Where there's plenty
And i'll be damned if i ain't makin' any
Comin' out stronger than many
Many bolder than most
We get sick with it
Sicker than my flows; fuckin' gross
The products was where i was brought up
It's the bomb like a feline
Tag my name on a street sign
Throwin' up the peace sign
Lookin' for a feline
That's bad enough to be mine
Fuck ya homboy; she fine
So we gon' keep on rollin'
Even if i don't know where i'm goin'

[Chorus:]
Slow it down
If i could go back i would slow it down
If i could turn back i would slow it down
If i could go back i would do it again
Do it again
Do, do, do it again
Ooaaahh

 

[fox69]

"So Many Styles"

"So Many Styles"


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 their next lesson, 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 writting rhymes 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 homeboy, 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 homeboy, 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 four, 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 something 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 motherfucker

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"So What You Wanna Do"
(feat. Royal T, Yogi)

"So What You Wanna Do"
(feat. Royal T, Yogi)



[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up baby
Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob
Yeah, that's me
Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T
And my homeboy Yogi
You know what I mean
San Diego's finest, you know what I'm saying
What's your name

[Lil' Rob]
Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas
Donde estavas en toda mi vida
I've never seen a señorita more bonita
My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya
Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side
You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged
You replied if you decide to see me again
Just give me a ring, I'm sitting for a frigging weekend
You're my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona
I've got what you want, and you've got what I want
We both like what we see, I like the way you love me
With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes
As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby
When I tell you to jump you ask how high
Even if I expect you to fly, it's time for me to fly
But you tell me what's so good about good-bye

[Chorus x2: Lil' Rob]
I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around
If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down
(So what you wanna do)
I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around
If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down
(So what you wanna do)

[Royal T]
I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow
Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe
Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain
And after we stroke they be like "What's your name?"
I say "Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter
The True Player baby, the puss go-getter"
See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means
Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene
Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me
You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely
Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown
And I never player hate because I hold my ground
They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico
And everybody knows ain't no guarantee like Chico
Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote
Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Rob]
Let's get down, that's right
San Diego Clique
Don't act like you don't know us
Lil' Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi
Ponle

[Yogi]
Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look
Hit the avenue, I'm putting freaks in my phonebook
You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho
You wasn't trying to deal with me before my demo
But now you be screaming out "Papi, te quiero"
Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto
I love pretty things on the dance floor
Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms
You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak
Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks
The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico
Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes
Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita
Now she's with amigas, me rolling with clickas
I'ma juela la jolita, what's up mamacita
I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Somethin' 2 Relate 2"

"Somethin' 2 Relate 2"


Orale
What's up man
Back once again
Giving you somthing to relate to

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

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

Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man

It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than Folgers
I guess you could say I've got my choice
Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice
People buying up my vocals
Sometimes they're mellow and sometimes they're loco
Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-side
Rolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glide
I've got my hyna on the side of me
She's on the right of me, and she's looking so damn fine to me
Hey babe, come a little closer
So that Lil' Rob can hold ya
As I drop a little taste for my race
Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face
Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding
We're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low
They never fail to harrass us
Always pulling us over never ever will they pass us
I'm living life on the calle so let me tell it
If you don't know my name ese then let me spell it

[Chorus]

Hey man, I'm only twenty

Some people say "Lil' Rob get out the gang"
But then they say it like if it ain't no thang
But see, even if I say I don't claim
They still know my face and they still know my name
I see some vatos that I hate
But I won't hit them up because I'm trying to get my life straight
But they decide to hit me up instead
I'm on their leva, they're the ones who want me dead
So um, what am I supposed to do?
It's time to show these fools
In the crazy life man their ain't no rules
And you gotta understand
I'm doing the same damn thing as any other man
You can call it gang violence or call in what you will
But even the most innocent man will kill
Stay still, as I drop shit reality
All the gente talking that petho cuz they just can't handle me
Because I speak about the real, and how I feel
And I still kick back with the homeboys from the hood
But to the Man upstairs, I'm trying to do good

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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Soy Chingon"

"Soy Chingon"


[phone rings]

[Beavis]
Uh.. hello?
Who?
Damnit, for the last time
There aren't any Mexicans here [hangs up phone]

[Sir Crown]
Ey holmes throw on some fuckin oldies ese

[Lil' Rob]
Orale let me trip on this 45 then ese
Watcha.. ora..

Si mon I'm ready ese, estoy listo
Si out of marijuana say pass to the pistol
Cause I don't need to get drunk off my ass
I just need a little high that's gonna last
Jump off the raffla, kick back on the curb
Light up a toke, yeah smoke up all the herb
Smoke three move to the five then to the seven
Ran out of zig-zags so back to 7-11 we go
No need to buy 'em we'll just leave 'em
Homey said he'd call the police, I didn't believe him
Walked out the store with an attitude
Started capping, then started laughing
Then let me tell you what happened
Went back to the hood rolled up some endow
Putos rollin' through my barrio, I broke their window
Shank their fuckin tires now they can't leave
And now it's about time for three sold guys to bleed
Pulled 'em out the raffla and we fucked them up
Took 'em to the canton and we tagged them up
Put the big "BC" on their foreheads
We want the vatos alive we don't want 'em dead
We want em walking around to show that the Brown Crowd was there
And did that shit without a care
In the world cause they're nothing but little girls
Damn I shoulda pulled it cause they deserved the bullet
Put the cuete to their temple
Then pulled the fuckin trigger cause it's so fuckin simple

[Chorus]
Just like my lyrics I'm kickin back when I say 'em
I don't yell at putos ey I'm kickin back when I spray them
Fuckin leva

Cause if you fuck with me
I fuck with you twice as hard LEVA
Yeah, soy chingon

Some vatos walked up and asked if I gangbang
I said I used to
But then I had to pull out the fusca
This vato's from the wrong hood
And now they think they got Lil' Rob good
But fuck it
I had to blast the puto between the eyes
And now I sit here laughing as his homeboy cries
But what the fuck, I did what had to be done
I can't let one go so I have to kill both of them
I don't give a shit, I'll do it real quick
Bust off let's get yes it's time for me to split
It's time to leave the fuckin premises
Cause I don't need a witness
So I leave with the slickness and quickness
Take homeboy's hyna then pulled the corner
Jumped in the backseat and you know she let me bone her
She's looking fine do you know what I mean
I made her scream
I said stick with me and you'll become a brown queen
Because you never deserved a ranker
You need a vato like me the Mexican Gangster
But what if this firme hyna points the dedo
I'm tellin this sweet stuff pero it's puro pedo
Because you gotta know I'm smarter than that
This hyna wasn't even crying as she saw her vato dying
Now when I'm with her I hear the hura's drive by
Going to the site where I left those fools to die
Now who did it nobody has a clue
And without the murder weapon what's the hura gonna do
Aw shit, what if this bitch pulls rat
So I grab my shotgun and I pump the fucker back
Just in case, but the bitch wasn't knowin
Cause I was still going, had the hyna moaning and groaning
She got nasty, opened her mouth with a grin
Can't let a good thing go to waste
So I stuck my dick in
And I was goin, she was goin and then I started cumming
Replaced my dick with the shotgun
And you know I started gunning
In my eyes I didn't do nothing wrong
Do what I do to survive so you know it's on
Y Sabes que no one's ever gonna catch me
Cause I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Left the place without a trace
And I didn't care holmes
So there it is there holmes

[Chorus]

Yeah, and if the payback ain't quick
you best believe the pain is gonna stick LEVA
Soy chingon, soy chingon cabron
Like Al Capone always holding my own

 

[fox69]

"Start Brand New"

"Start Brand New"



I see the tears behind your eyes, what happened to you.
I'm not trying to be nosey, baby I'm just rapping to you
I like to be someone you can talk to,
someone you trust and you can tell all your thoughts to
Damn, that's what he did?
He got up and he left you pregnant with his kid?
That is not cool, I mean, that just sounds like something I could not do,
But here's what you need to do now,
You need to take care of you now..
And that baby you're about to have,
You have to be the mom and the dad?
It's kind of sad to even think of,
I'm sure it's hard for you to speak of,
It must be hard for you to speak love,

I sing this song for you,
Each time to start brand new,
Believe me. You'll make it through,
Time to take care of you,
I sing this song for you

You say he left you for another girl,
Well that sucks for her,
Your love is something that he don't deserve,
He's gonna get his in the long run,
Can't find a real love. When he wants one,
When he needs one,
But that's what he get's for playing,
I'm not hatin,
Baby. I'm just saying,
That you are his lost,
Things are goin to be okay,
Just watch,
You're gonna find yourself a man who,
Loves you for you,
And understands you,
One you want to stand next to,
Because he never disrespects you,
It's probably hard for you to think of,
I'm sure it's hard for you to speak of,
It must be hard for you to speak love..

I sing this song for you.
Each time to start brand new,
Believe me, you'll make it through,
Time to take care of you,
I sing this song for you

It's goin,
Take some time,
A little time, but everything'll be fine,
(A little time is what it takes)
It's goin,
Take some time,
A little time, but everything'll be fine,

I sing this song for you,
Each time to start brand new,
Believe me you'll make it through,
Time to take care of you,
I sing this song for you

 

[fox69]

"Stick Up"

"Stick Up"


[Lil' Rob:]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up (Lil' Rob)

[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
Put your hands up (Put 'em up)
Keep your hands up (Get 'em up)
Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up
Like a stick up (That's right)
Put your hands where I could see 'em
We make it bump in the club
I turn it up and start fucking it up
That's what's up
Put your hands up (Put 'em up)
Keep your hands up (Keep 'em up)
Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up
Like a stick up (That's right)
Put your hands where I could see 'em
We make it bump in the club
And I can keep the party poppin' like a .38 snub

[Verse 1:]
Hey
Someone said, "Hey, Lil' Rob, bust a joint for the club"
How 'bout I
Just hit this joint and just start fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up)
And what
Ever comes from that, comes from that, que no
I won't stop til what I drop makes
Platinum dough (Yeah)
I got a platinum flow that you should already know
While the rhymes remind me of a comedy show
And we giggle and chuckle
Then start laughin' out loud
I'm the man with the mic
That could rock the crowd (That's right)
Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then
Take a hit of this, and never worry again (This)
From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows
From the rich suburbs to the barrio (To the barrio)
We likes to party so hard, you already know (You already know)
Should've been passed out about an hour ago
But I'm
Still goin' strong, and I got it goin' on, and
Probably won't stop til early
Tomorrow mornin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Spittin' dope like cocaine, straight into your vein
Pour a dose, a little bit too much
Dope for your brain
Insane (Insane)
I kept it fuckin' loc, que no
I'm for reals, no one's playin', I ain't joking, holmes
The beats are bumpin' and I'm drinkin' somethin' (Yeah)
A lot of alcohol consumption
And I'm buzzin', still puffin' (Still puffin')
And I'll keep going til I'm no longer knowin'
Who I am and I could no longer function (Fuck it)
Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then
Or we can do this tomorrow and never worry again (Yeah)
From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows
From the east coast back
To the Cali coast (That's right)
Put your, manos pa' arriba
High in the sky (High in the sky)
Reach for the cows, don't put 'em down, homie, don't even try
Let 'em fly (Let 'em fly)
Let's get it bumpin' (Bumpin')
Let's keep it jumpin' (Jumpin')
Let's fuck up somethin' (Fuck up somethin')

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I might say, "This beat is off the chain, " let's motherfuck a bump (Yeah)
You might say the same, or you might say, "This motherfucker's crunk"
Either way, get up and get a move on
Get ya groove on
Put ya party shoes on, put your hands up to my new song
It's been a little too long
Bionik, turn the juice on (Yeah)
I been in the dark
When somebody turn the luz on (Turn the light on)
Let's keep it live all the way (Way)
Until they call
The juras, and the cops are on their way (Way)
Until my DJ gots nothin' else to play (Play)
Until Lil' Rob has nothin' else to say (Say)
But I'm a keep it
Goin' til I see the break of day (Yeah)
That's just
How I do it, see the sun and then I break (And then I break)

[Chorus]

[Lil' Rob:]
Yeah
Now keep ya hands up
Now put ya hands up
Like it's a stick up
Bionik on the beat, man
Makin' that fucking shit bump

 

[fox69]

"Still Smokin - Supermix Part 1"

"Still Smokin - Supermix Part 1"


This is the MCI operator
I have a collect call from..DREAMER
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To accept charges press 5 now {beep}
Your call is being connected
Thank you for using MCI

ESE, CHOLO!

[Butt-head]
heh heh he?
Who?
Damn't, for the last time
There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone}

[Lil' Rob]
It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N
Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again
Because you can't get enough of the Brown Crowd
That is so rough and so tough
Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through
When I rewind a verse
So you could go ahead and try to put me down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil'' Rob the Chicano and proud one
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town

Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd

Orale holmes, this is Lil'' Rob
Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas

Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam
And it's to all those locos that like to gangbang
Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week
And always kickin it with my homies
But could swear they're always tweaking
But the only drug I use is marijuana
People tell me not to smoke it
But I'll smoke it if I wanna
Cause right now living in the fast lane
So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane
And when I fight I fight mano a mano
Por que simon I'm a down ass Chicano
I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese
Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete
And then I'll call you a chavala
As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala
And if you shoot you better kill
Cause if you don't and you won't
But then I will
You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain
Why, because my mind clicks
To be insane in the brain
Simon I'm fuckin bad to the bone
And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes
Cause I'm a...

[Chorus x2]
Mexican Gangster, (simon)
Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness

Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd

Lil'' Rob comin at you with my own style
You wanna know about me look me up in the gang file
And you will see just how I'm living
I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to
A little vato going a little fuckin loco
Was just out of hand, not poco
Because all these vatos talkin shit about a homey
When they don't even fuckin know me
They said they kicked my ass, they say I got shot
But when I heard that I started laughing on the spot
Cause what the fuck is that all bout
They say I'm dead so I had to put this tape out
To let these levas know they're all about bullshit
And that these vatos got to quit while they're ahead
Before they look stupid
You say you don't talk shit but I know you did
So you put a filero to my neck you fuckin LEVA
What the fuck's next? A cuete to my head did I cry?
I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride
I got a pussy ass voice so you say
But you listen to it anyway
You say I can't rap but where the fuck are you
Just keep talking shit cause that's what little kids do
So remember this line for the first time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine
Now fuck that shit up holmes

Jump in the ride
Jump in the ride

First of all I like starting by saying Q-vo
From a little vato con respecto y por el tuyo
But much pride, jump in the ride
Side to side down el calle, we slide and ride
Hittin' the switch's, the paint job is stickin'
I'm your puppet in the tape deck because it's hittin'
You hear it from across town
No dejes que nadie te haqa menos
Don't let no one get you down
Cause if they do, I'll be around gente
I'll turn your frown's upside down with my sound's gente
Been doing this since I was 15 and live through night
Smoke another like Chech & Chong has a nice dream Simon

Jump in the ride, bounce that ass side to side
(Jump in the ride) as this crazy cholo takes you
On another crazy cholo ride (Jump in the ride)
I don't really give a shit about what your saying bitch
(Jump in the ride) What time is it?

I got that A to the muthafuckin' K

Yeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 rounds
And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound
Of the shell's when they hit ground
But you know there right down
Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around
Finger print's on the shell, life in the jail cell
With no bail, live the life in hell
So I proceed to be the sly, sticked, wicked
But when I get caught, in doing time, while putos get shot
I'll say "It's nothin'" if you ask "It ain't shit"
I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna blast me
There only fear is when they're liven life crazy
They wanna keep me..from rappin' because it pay's me
Orale, that's what I say
Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray
All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap
And I come back another firme rap, rap, rappin' tale
Everybody what dizzy, lined up some levas
And I just got rid of a couple
Right on the double, I'm nothin' but trouble
But when it comes to hyna's, I'm the one who likes to cuddle
But right now, the shell's are stackin' up
I got my 30 round, and puto's are backin' up
I got the A-K in the trunk, for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drum
You vatos can't mean, now I don't give a fuck
Times don't mean shit, when my shells are stackin' up
I got my shell's stackin' up

I got that A to the muthafuckin' K

 

[fox69]

"Still Smokin - Supermix Part 2"

"Still Smokin - Supermix Part 2"


[Lil' Rob]
This is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my time
To kick the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine chicana's, Lil' Rob is doing ?
Bumping the oldies, It's me Lil'' Rob
And the Brown Crowd homies, turn up the volume
Yeah, Natural High, a ?? for my friends
And Lil' Rob will cry for la raza
because we killin' off each other, it's sad
BOOM, there goes another, but we don't need that
Because tonight it our night, it's the Brown Crowd night
And everything will be alright
So get up, go out, and do the brown thing
Let's cruise, no need to gangbang
So get ready, dress to impress
Because you got to make this start your very best
Not just another night on the town
It doesn't brown ?? Chicano, were proud and be brown
Tonight were crusin' in your lowrider
Let down the back and put the front a little higher
And now your rollin' TJ ?? just be yourself holmes
No need to be fake because everybody out here
Is havin' a good time, Oh what a night..Oh what a night

[Lil' Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me man?
Simon I'm your best homey and you don't even know me

This vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes"
I said "you know me?" he said "simon I'm your best homie
You were born in September of 1975
You're already 20 I'm the reason why you're still alive
I watch everything you do I've seen everything you've done
I kept you out of jail because I told you when to run
You packed a gun at the age of 13"
This vato knows everything about me but this guy I've never seen
So I said "what you mean?" and he said "follow me"
I'm going crazy that's exactly what it's gotta be
He said "let's fly" so we took to the sky
He said "stop, look and listen pay attention
Now if you have a question then ask"
Oh by the way where you takin me?
He said "stop, look and listen and you will see"

[Chorus:]
Listen hear what I'm saying
Listen hear what I'm saying

1-What's up
2-I think I saw him standing over there just a minute ago
1-Who?
2-Lil'' Rob, he's pretty bad on the mic you know?

Lil' Rob...
Lil' Rob...
It's the Wicked wicked

Puto's slip and trip
I'll rip them open from the heart to the brain
I'm already insane, and I won't change
You can't stop this, so stop this nonsense
People got this, because they want this
So watch above this
Little cholo, oh no
Lil' Rob comin' with mi stilo
My lyrics are like a bullet, out of a cuete
It's time to reload (an reload)
And make sure I never run out of ammunition
Until I finish my mission, fix it
All the mistakes that these puto's make
Go and grow up, shuttin' door's in your face
So that you can't blow up
You know who your fuckin' with
Lil' Rob con Coneta (neta)
Leva you can bet cha bottle
Del la hando puente can I follow as I lead the way
And I'll say no to the bottles that you meet some day
Never fuck with the calm one, the one who like's to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wicked wicked wicked wicked

 

[fox69]

"Stop, Look & Listen"

"Stop, Look & Listen"


[Operator]
This is the MCI operator
I have a collect call from..DREAMER
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To accept charges press 5 now [beep]
Your call is being connected
Thank you for using MCI

[Lil Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me man?
Si mon I'm your best homey and you don't even know me

This vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes"
I said "you know me?" he said "si mon I'm your best homie
You were born in September of 1975
You're already 20 I'm the reason why you're still alive
I watch everything you do I've seen everything you've done
I kept you out of jail because i told you when to run
You packed a gun at the age of 13"
This vato knows everything about me but this guy I've never seen
So I said "what you mean?" and he said "follow me"
I'm going crazy that's exactly what it's gotta be
He said "let's fly" so we took to the sky
He said "stop, look and listen pay attention
Now if you have a question then ask"
Oh by the way where you takin me?
He said "stop, look and listen and you will see"

[Chorus]
Listen hear what I'm saying
Listen hear what I'm saying
Listen hear what I'm saying
Listen....(la la la la listen to me)

Do you remember this night?
Oh yeah homie quite clear 2-27-94 was the year
Gunshots is all I hear as we hit up the place
We gave those vatos a taste
Show 'em not to fuck around but i got shot in the face
And it was like damn what am i supposed to do
Now i can't die cause that means they got the best of me fool
He said "now anyone else would've shook
Come with me let's take a closer look"
He took me down to the carucha i was ridin' in
Who would've thought that a bullet I'd be biting here
You shoulda heard all the shit that i was sayin'
I wasn't playin' as we were spraying I wanted to see some levas laying
Dead in streets of my barrio
They wanted to take my life and that ain't right
So we had a gunfight
Huero and Dreamer backing me up
And we had the 12-Gauge Mausberg shells stacking them up
And it was like crazy
Shoulda been a western flick
You've got two kinds of vatos who don't give a shit
They came to my neighborhood and got what they got
In other words I'm not the only one who got shot leva (fuckin leva)

[Chorus]

I can't believe that this is happening to me
God do you want my life well then take me
But if not i need some oxygen
They threw me on a fuckin bed and now I'm off again
In the life flight helicopter soaring through the sky
Knowing I could die but still I won't cry
Cause it's like why shed a tear man
When everyday I'm wishing that I wasn't here man you catch my drift
All you vatos need to take note
I got a bullet in my throat and I'm trying not to choke
Cause if I do I just might go into a panic
And then it just might be the end
Not for this Hispanic
Fuck no I can't let 'em get the best of me
Cause if I die there ain't no way I'm gonna rest in peace
Knowin' that those vatos are standin tall
Laughin as a Lil' Rob having to take a little fall
But i ain't one to go out like a bitch
And i ain't that little vato that vato to go snitch
It's the barrio's on when I won't break
So stop look and listen and you'll find that ain't no thing

[Chorus]

[Oldie]
I am saying the truth (the truth)
I am saying the truth (I said it true man)
I am saying the truth (la verdad)
I am saying the truth (si mon)

Ahhhhhhh