Lil Rob

[fox69]

"Bluffin'"

"Bluffin'"


What's happening perro
It's been along time since I felt this way
but I could put that shit down homeboy, you know
ain't nothing changed
I creep around the corner
3 wheelin' a scraping bumper
sproking up the calles
leaving you blid like Stevee Wonder
said I come from the land down under
underground stupid
what the fuck you think I meant
hey let me think of it can't think of it can't think of shit
fuck it hey
Lil Rob could rap like fuckin "A"
how did I learn to bust this way
how in the fuck will I bust today
never had nobody writing my shit
that's faking it like lieing and shit
you didn't write it
how could you claim somebody's buying you shit
It doesnt make sense to me
everybody wanna be in the place to be
like it's the place to be (I guess it is)
shit it's the place for me
so I'm gonna stay as long as I can
can't make the paper run out with the plan
there is to be
then back to the streets
everyone knows
Lil Rob is the man

[Chorus]

I think you're bluffin'
who in the fuck you think you're kidding homeboy come on
bitch I think you're bluffin'
hey you know me and I know you
yea I'm a good dude that did bad and
can't believe I did that
give me the
big bag and some feel good
roll it up in a zig-zag
take a big drag
I smoke till I see pitch black
black out and pass out
wake up in a few
drink a beer then I crash out
laugh loud when you lash out
with you loud mouth
what chu mad about
talk alot of shit ain't got no heart
all you got is a bad mouth
I'll bark no bite
I'll talk no fight
shut the fuck up
put down the mic
thinking you're bad
cause you're no polite
ese you're weak
like your name in the streets
you can't compete
who said that you could?
you're a discrase your whole neighborhood
your hood doesn't care
cause you're not from there
me against you
that wouldn't be fair
come on homie
let's keep it real
you're just a man
you're not made of steel
you can be taking out hynas without a doubt
giving you something to think about

[Chorus]

We live life rough and tough
some end up getting stuck
I think I've had enough
it's time for me to call your bluff
We live life rough and tough
some end up getting snuff
and you ain't strong enough
so now it's time to put on my black boots
with my black Davis's
that's just the way it is
no one can see me throw on my black sweatshirt
with a black beanie and a black bandana
to cover my face just like a bandit does
I'm back mothafuckers
and I bounce to get scandalous
I pull my crimes at night
and diappear like a phantom does
I'll fuck up your life
like a junkie slamming drugs
even your fuckin wife
knows that you're a fuckin punk
what chu gonna do when I call your bluff
can't believe that you think you're tough
you claim to talk the talk
you claim to walk the walk
If that's true
them my body should've been outlined in chalk
but it's not
you really need to stop
don't say what you won't do
you really need to stop
homeboy before I lose my cool

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Boo Hoo Hoo"

"Boo Hoo Hoo"


[Lil Rob]
These fuckin' vatos homeboy
Just don't know when to shut the fuck up
ey I mean, they cry like little fuckin' girls and shit, you know?
It's like, what the fuck is your problem perro?
Quit your cryin' bitches, no llores Pobresito has an issue
here's some tissue Toughen up big guy
don't cry, dry your eyes
It's ok, maybe someday you'll find your way without me
But if you play, you pay
You couldn't fuck with me on your best day on my worst day
Been rappin' for a long time it still sounds like your first day
What's worst ey, you think that you put it down like I do
I know you'd like to but you can't do
That's just somethin' that you can't do
Boo hoo hoo poor you

[Chorus]
(Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
Quit your cryin' bitches
Boo hoo hoo poor you
Dry your eyes, no need to cry
Keep your pillow dry
(Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
Quit your cryin' bitches
Boo hoo hoo poor you

[Lil Rob]
(Hey wait a minute dawg, wait a fuckin' minute holmes)
Where the fuck do you get off talkin' shit about my neighborhood?
Comin' from you it don't mean shit 'cause I know you never claimed a hood
I've been drunk in this town, high in this town
Shot for my town, brought up in this town
Puttin' it down, good times and bad
Hop in the Cad just fuckin' around
And doin' the things that you never did as a kid, but you wish you did
So the things you say now wouldn't be bullshit
Never did shit, never will do shit
I'm from SD 858 but I know you're a 619er
Ese Lil Rob, San Diego, no one does it tighter
Pass the fuckin' wire

[Chorus]

(Wait a minute, let me get this right then dawg)
He disses him, then he disses him
Then he misses him, then they're friends again
I'm on the other end, smokin' pot with a plot to win
Now they're dissin' me it's obvious to see
they're tryin get the best of me
They're not affectin' me physically or mentally
Wasn't time to mess with me, this shit was meant for me
It was meant to be, sad to see you're sad too bad you're mad
But I'm workin' on my platinum plaque
then after that they're back to back
I've got places to go, people to see
go to a show and they're waitin' for me
Better than that, they're payin' for me
It's no wonder why you been cryin' lately

[Chorus]

(Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)

 

[fox69]

"Bring It Back"

"Bring It Back"


[Lil Rob:] That's right
[Fingazz:]
Yo
Lil Rob
[Lil Rob:] Hey, what's happenin', man
[Fingazz:] Hey man, there seems to be a problem on the back dance floor
[Lil Rob:] What is it?
[Fingazz:] Man, these bitches ain't gettin' freaky enough
[Lil Rob:]
Is that is?
No problem
Give me 1200cc's of Technique
1150cc's of Nu Mark
[Fingazz:] Nu Mark?
[Lil Rob:]
Yeah, Nu Mark
4 dose of C.B.B. 35
750cc's of GBW and stand back

[Verse 1: Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down}]
Now that I got your attention
Let me take you into a different dimension
Overhead and that's a good freshin'
Back in time, live and rewind, that's the direction
Book another studio session
So I could perform this old school disection
Look at the park, brought it back
Old school style, hombre, got a lot of that
I've got my {records}
I mix on the {mixer}
I'm scratchin' on my {turntables}
It's bumpin' out the {speakers}
Mirror, mirror, crooked on the wall
Who is the baddest vato of them all
I mean
Who is the one that they always call
To get the party people up off the wall
Up tempo, that's the momentum
Beats made with venom, out to go get 'em
They can't get away, fuck no, we won't let 'em
Why?
But they want to, the way that we sweat 'em
Fuck yeah, homeboy, we just wreck 'em
Streets of the beast, and sweep, and just take 'em
Take microphones and microphone check 'em
Spit the kind of shit that makes them respect 'em
The sharp knife, the crease on the denim
Makin' sure, that you don't forget 'em
Twelve Eighteen, that's the operation
{Hit the dancefloor with no hesitation}

[Chorus: Lil Rob]
Bring back the pop-lockin'
Body-rockin' music
Guaranteed to get the party started
Now listen to the DJ get retarded
[Fingazz scratching]
Bring it back, now
DJ, bring it back, now
Bring it back
DJ
Bring it back, now

[Verse 2:]
Old with the new, I take moves and bend 'em
Take some old school records and bend 'em
Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
My
Satisfaction is
The reaction
Some
Do the head spinnin'
Til the wax spin back
Til the heads bend, people clappin' people
Laughin', good time, havin' people dancin'
{Just imagine the party with lots of action}
I grab the perfect elixor
Two turntables, speakers and a mixer
Beats and lyrics that are sure to hit ya
If not, then I got a phat joint to fix ya
Mixed so much, that my fingers blister
So fast, you can't even take a picture
Bring it back, let it go in rotation
It's tight, {but no hyperventilatin'}

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
One
I know how to keep the party spun (Two)
World Class just like the Wreckin' Cru (One)
We party until we see the sun (Bounce)
Diggin' in the crates, time to operate

[Break: Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down}]
With old school {records} (Yeah)
A brand new {mixer}
I'm right, in some {turntables}
It's tweakin' out the {speakers}
Now DJs, spin my {records}
Then cut it with the {mixer}
Put this one on your {turntable}
Get 'em on the floor like 1984

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bring It Back"

"Bring It Back"


[Fingazz {Fingazz - slowed down}]
"Next to the Pacific, to be specific"
"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"
"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"
[Lil' Rob:] {"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"}

[Verse 1: Lil' Rob]
Got static
Like on my 45"s, handles static with .45's (Yeah)
Chicano gangster life (That's right)
I got three dots
It took three shots to put three vatos in the place, I mean, their plots (Yeah)
Thought they were bad motherfuckers
I guess they're not (Fuck that)
I'm up in this, and I'm a give it what I got
And if I fail
Dust it off and give it one more shot
I'm in a laid out
Chevy in the parking lot
You dawgs don't bite
But you sure do bark a lot (It's all you do)
Yeah
My Range is wide like my gangster wife (Yeah)
And those are white
Like my gangster nights
Are fucking tight (That's right)
I like the freaks that come out at night
I'm from the west, you know, the left
Where it feels so right

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Rob]
I'm bringing it back
And I'm a rep the west like this (And I won't quit, shit)
I know they ain't expectin' this (I'll handle it)
It couldn't be that homeboy, yes it is
I'm bringing it back (That's right)
I'm bringing it back (Simon)

[Chorus:]
[Both:] I'm bringing it back
[Fingazz:] Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
[Lil' Rob:] Bring it back now
[Fingazz:] But, the west, just never left
[Lil' Rob:] Never back down
[Fingazz:] Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
[Lil' Rob:]
Homeboy
I'm bringing it back (That's right)
I'm bringing it back (Simon)

[Verse 2: Lil' Rob {Fingazz in background}]
They call me Lil' Rob, homie (Lil' Rob)
But I'm doin' it big
I'm fuckin' sick like a stylist, I'm splittin' your wig (Splitting your wig)
Rhymes blow your brain back, I know it already did (Already did)
If it hasn't, it's about to fuckin' flip your lids
Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun)
The bow tie
Dayton stand, don't accept no knock offs (That's right)
I take it out
And go bust the shots off (Yeah)
Vatos want some pedo
Then I'm bustin' shots off
Gone through crosswalks
Vibrate the streets
Like Fingazz
Vibrates his teeth
When he's working the talkbox {Yeah}
We're getting sick with it
They say, "That song is sick
The beat is tight (That's right)
And I love the way he's spittin'"

[Pre-Chorus & Chorus]

[Lil' Rob & Fingazz:]
I'm bringing it back

[Lil' Rob:]
The west coast
Right next to the Pacific Ocean
The west side
Yeah
The left side

[Hook: Lil' Rob {Lil' Rob - slowed down}]
Right next, to the Pacific
To, to be specific
That, that's where we kick it
Where, where we get wicked
Flick, the switch and dip it
Lift, it up and tip it
Pack, the bomb and grip it
Take, the mic and rip
Right next, to the Pacific
To, to be specific
That, that's where we kick it
Where, where we get wicked
Flick, the switch and dip it
Lift, it up and tip it
{I come from the west coast, you know, San Diego, Los Angeles}

[Pre-Chorus & Chorus]

[Fingazz:]
Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
But, the west, just never left (Hey)
Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, I'm bringing it back

 

[fox69]

"Bring Out The Freak In You"

"Bring Out The Freak In You"


[10 second instrumental to open]

[Intro: Lil Rob]
Let's get N-A-S-T-Y
Get ready for a nasty time
All the nasty things we can do
I wanna bring out the freak in you
Let me bring out the freak in you

[Lil Rob: almost whispering]
I like seein you
Can't help but think nasty thoughts about me and you
All them nasty things we can do
Let me bring out the freak in you
There's somethin I see in you
I definitely see me in you
Doin what nasty people do
Can you blame me? Look at the ass on you
How the fuck can I pass on you?
Classy lookin freak, nasty attitude
I just have to be havin you
It must be like heaven just to handle you
Lay you down turn you inside out
Watch it slide in, and slide out
Hey girl you got a pretty mouth
Tease me a bit, lick your lips, suck your fingertips

[Chorus x2: Lil Rob]
Let's get N-A-S-T-Y
Get ready for a nasty time
All the nasty things we can do
I wanna bring out the freak in you
Let me bring out the freak in you
I wanna bring out the freak in you
Let me bring out the freak in you

[Lil Rob: almost whispering]
Mmm, you look so good with me
And I look so good with you
Got me infatuated
With them nasty things you do
You look so good
And I just know you feel so good inside
I love your eyes, your creamy thighs
Now baby, open wide
I love the way you touch yourself
Rub yourself down, finger fuck yourself
Lookin like you enjoy yourself
Watchin me watch you, makin me want you
Even more you know what you do
I'm a man that knows what to do
And I'm a man that knows what I like
Turn around, titties down, ass up that's right

[Chorus]

[Lil Rob: almost whispering]
So sexy the way you move
The way that you bend your body
Only keeps me in the mood
Get too exotic, so naughty
I love that look on your face
You give them feel good expressions
I really dig your foreplay
Let's triple X in sex sessions
Bring your body close to mine
I think it's time that you blow my mind
Even though this foreplay's fun
The night isn't done until we both cum

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Brought Up In Small Neighborhood"

"Brought Up In Small Neighborhood"


[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's happening?
It's your homeboy Lil' Rob
Back with some more shit
You know I cruise my low riders
But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you know?
What happen to the good music?
All that oldies shit
This ones going out to everybody low riding
And need something to cruise to wacha

[Lil' Rob]
All you vatos take note, Lil' Rob ain't no joke
So wacha, Jump in my six-three Impala
Put down the top as I pull to the stop
Drop, roll, never can be to low
Simon I got low riders, hundred spoke wires
White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher
Than anything you've ever seen
Fucking mean fucking clean
Can't drive to fast or swerving
Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it
That's what you do when you've got Hydraulics
I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it
We don't fake ese we just take it
Don't try to jack it bullet holes in your jacket
From my semi-automatic
What you thought ese we ain't got no pride?
Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside

[Chorus]
I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin (Were I'm cruisin)
My Lowride'ss looking good (My Low rides looking good)
Said I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin (Were we go cruisin)
And it's all to the good

Orale, check this out

[Lil' Rob]
Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita
C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know?
Forty-five player for all my oldies
Forty-five double M for all them phonies
Gots corner windows and the three fifty
Pedal to the metal I can take off like quickly
Shit I could smoke em like my pistola
Like a Lil' Rob Rola my Troqa's the bomba
Naw it aint painted, homes it's just primer
Back with some thirteens and a sun visor
It still looks mean though, it still looks clean though
See it on the website I'm drinking with my primos
w-w-w dot Lil' Rob dot com, I can cruise all day
And cruise all night long, from sun down til sun up
I'll cruise my troqa, I'm a lowrider, I told ya, I told ya

[Chorus]

Simon!

[Lil' Rob]
Got a big body, F-L-double E-T double U
Double O D 1993 caddy
Extended A-Arms cause homes I play hard
Hop my carucha hopping down the boulevard
Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams
Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands
I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me
Three wheel standing hopping with smooth landings
Four racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun
Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in guaranteed to spill some
I won't stop til I catch my trunk up on fire
Keep on hopping till I pop a tire
Pass the wire, and let it be known
I'll pay the chrome bill before I pay the phone
And that's when you know, that you're a lowrider
Got pride in my ride everybody else just admires

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Brown Crowd"

"Brown Crowd"


[verse 1]
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
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin'
I got the jealous vatos time cuz I got the hyna'z shoutin over LIl Rob
One of many Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king
Down for the brown I'll show it cause I know it is
The Brown Crowd vida esta loco thing
And I'm the Mexican gangsta born with the badness
You think you could rap bitch
You still can't fuckin match this
A little vato goin for the gusto
It's called the Brown Crowd just thought I'd let you know so
Listen to the sounds of the brownest and you will find
Chicano sounds are the downest
Cause we don't fuck around and that you should know
Brown Crowd with the sounds of the Brown for the barrio
Should I say I'm back or should I say that I'm still here
Sounds of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin shit then you might as well quit it
The Mexican gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's called the Brown Crowd
(Fuck yeah!)

[Chorus x2]
Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

[verse 2]
I don't usually tear this competition
But when I hear some bad ass shit I've got to represent myself better
Cause I can't let a silly sucka think he could rap betta than me
So I get up firme style that you gotta rewind
Chicano sounds are the downest you will find
When it comes to a rolla Brown Crowd controla
How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya
Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind
All the time comin out with sick and twisted rhymes
But at the same time I got the hyna's meltin
With the crazy love, slow rappin
I got the vatos mad because I got the hyna's shoutin
I don't give a shit cause jealousy will neva quit
It never seems to amaze
All the tension I raise and for this I get paid
Ask me if I care and I'll say no
Ask me if I've changed
I'm still the same kid from the barrio
But there's one point that I have to make
See if you ask somebody shit you gotta ask me
Cause there's too many rumors going around
About Lil' Rob and the crowd is Brown
Hyna's sayin' I'm conceited but I don't need it
I'm callin you a fuckin mensa if you want to believe it
So it's like you got your own choice mija
Without fans I wouldn't be nothin' so you know I need ya
I started rappin' now people don't let me live
Some people don't want me livin'
Their threats is what I'm given
I don't know why cause I think I'm a nice guy
Sometimes mad most of the time on my natural high
And if you know me you know that's how I am
It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican

[Chorus x2]

[verse 3]
Back with verse three so let me kick it
I'm gonna make it quick sly slickful wicked
To let you know otra ves that I won and you lost
If you find me repeating something it's to get my point across
To get my point across, to get my point across
To all you levas who couldn't catch it
You can't match it even though you try to snatch it
A style from a lil' vatos who won't let go of a flow smooth suavacito
And to you rappers who say I can't rap
I'm passin you up with the quickness
Cause you're on my shitlist
You see I know what I'm doing ese
But only if you knew holmes what I'm gonna do holmes
Trip out as I go on with the funky flow as I flow flow flow on
I'm dropping competition to the floor
Because I got more bounce much more
So let me fuck it up for the gente
As I'm rappin' bottoms up on the Presidente
Cause there's a party in the town tonight
But am I through shit not quite
Yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
This jam is called the Brown Crowd now wait for the rest

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Brown Side"

"Brown Side"


[Lil' Rob:]
Simon
It's ya boy, Ese Lil' Rob
That's right
Yeah, I been doin' this for a while now, man, so
I guess you could say that I'm a

[Hook: Nasty]
[scratching]
[Lil' Rob:] "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano"
"Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano"
"Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano"
"Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano"

[Verse 1:]
I wear a brown bandana
Representin' brown pride, homie
Comin' from the brown side, homie
Ask around if you don't know me, know me
I'm west coastin' it
That's how I'm flowin' it
Hey, pass me the joint, you're not the only one that's smoking it
I like black rap, and I'm bump white rap too
I like for them to hear me
And say, "I like that dude
That dude got flow, where's he from?
D-I-E-G-O"
Cross the border by T-juas, where they've been
Servin' heat rocks
Bumpin' out the beatbox
Long walks from detox
Cause we don't stop til we see spots
A lot of yellow, blue and
Green dots, don't be shot
Same way when we box
Don't try to run, because my Nikes will outrun your Reebox
The barrio
The neighborhood, that's where we come from
Brought up with pride, and there ain't nothing that we run from
They say we can't
But
I know we can
Soy Chicano, Mexican-American

[Hook]

[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
I'm from the brown side
That's where I'm at
No matter where I go, I know I'm always welcomed back
To the brown side
That's where I stay
San Diego across the border by T.J.

[Verse 2:]
They call us crabs in the bucket, fuck it
Used to bump it, in the bucket
Gotta do the best with, what we're stuck with
Now I bust it
And represent my city
Even [? ] that my people
That are in the struggle with me
I come from a
Place where the paint bend
Flakin' off the wall
Livin' off the wall like handball, and I'm tryin' not to fall
Knockin' on the door til I knock it down, ain't nothin' gonna stop it now
Doce diez y ocho
Got it all up in the pocket, now
With more tricks
Up my sleeve
Than I need
On my temper, you can the steam from my blood
When I bleed
I smoke weed
With no seeds
Keep the swag, in your bag
I'm a spoiled California boy, don't even want a drag of that
Take it, you can have it back
Lookin' for me
You'll find me in the brown side
Kickin' back
In my habitat
Sittin' on the bench with my back against the fence
The homeboys and the heinas
That's what I represent, and I'm a

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I've been
Microphone grippin', but can I flip it, just take a listen
And I'll rip it
And I don't
Have to lie
Just to kick it
I'm the sly
Slick and wicked, ain't got no time for little kid shit
You vatos aren't gonna do shit, never done shit, never will
Shit
Let 'em all talk, that's what it is, that's all it is
They claim their word is solid as a rock
Well homeboy, they don't know what solid is
S'hopin' to call it quits
You vatos are counterfeits
I call it as I see it, that's the boy, I'm callin' this
I don't know what the problem is
You see the same people
On the way to the top
Back down to where the bottom is
No jales, huey
There's no need to act that way
Some of these vatos are gangster, and have the right to rap that way
Shaved head, bandanas
Tatoos
And a mouthpiece
Rockin' the mic in white Nikes, a white T-shirt and some Khakis
I know you see me when I'm rollin' through the brown side
For the west, to the east, to the north, to the south side, it's brown pride
And I'm a

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lil' Rob:]
Lil' Rob
That's right
Twelve Eighteen
From the brown side of town
Yeah
There's a brown side of town in every city, man
I see it
That's right
Little brown pride, for the brown side
Cause I'm a

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"California"

"California"


[Lil' Rob: Talking]
Southern California
Home of low-ridin'
Gang-bangin' and shit
California

[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
I was raised in the streets of California
(Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and
bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California
(I was raised in Californ-I-A
Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

[Verse 1]
I've always been down with hydros
And cholos, the low-lows
The six-threes, the six-fours
The rucas with no clothes
Used to drop the two-door
Gang-bang in a four door
Puttin' bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford Explorer
Hard-core, and I got more and more
Where that came from?
Welcome to my kingdom
The streets are my freedom
I need em', I feed em', I feedback
They need that, like I need my weed sack
Take a toque, wacha
Where were we at?
Oh, California the golden state
Controllin' states, pushin' weight
Where vatos like me hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Slippin' and dippin', grippin' the wheel
Lockin' it up
Dump the back corner
Pop the front one up
Put the convertable top down
It's too good to stop now
This California livin'
Smoke up on the ceilin'
Party at the roof, off the hook
Got every drug up in the book
You don't believe me
See for yourself and take a closer look
Low rider car shows
Hoppin' till the truck blows
Catch me at the bar
Havin' a drink with my uncles
Pacifico with no lime
That's what I drink at all times
Creased up Davis'
I'm always out like where the pavement is
I come from the underground
The underground like where the basement is
It's California, people have a hard time facin' it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Lowrider bicycles, tricycles
Cold as icycles
Smokin' chronic shit
So high, you would think my eyes are closed
I got my eyes on those
Who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed
But there not ese
Trucha when you get too close
You'll know, that I know
What you think? I don't know
I might explode, unload
Reload, and unload
You broke the code, you got's to go
Ain't no future in your frontin'
Crazy California homeboy
Where the cuete's bustin'
California stylin', California ridin'
Whittier Boulevard to 'Frisco
Then back to Highland
I gots to do it like the locos do
Don't race your ride
Hop your ride like you're supposed to do, through

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Call The Cops"

"Call The Cops"


[Lil' Rob]
Quando el dia se converte noche
Wacha las chiespas que volan del coche
Lil' Rob is un locote
Thought I was done? Fuck no
I won't let it go
See I made you what you are putos
And everybody knows
Don't try to hide what's so obvious
Without Lil' Rob around you got no audience
Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense
Not just a little bit but all of it
Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it?
Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell the mother fucker
Check the bar codes the one with scan well you ain't got those
Cause of The wrong mind you cross the wrong line
?? Ready to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line
Got some bullets in the cartage do some damage to your cartilage
Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete
Cause you wants you shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop
Click Click that's all you hear is Click Click and no shots

[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Somebody call the cops

[Lil' Rob]
Hey fat boy you drop something
A fucking dime you fucking swine
Rather have my pride than run and hide
Thought you were a gangster
Thought you knew the rules
There's a fork up in your road puto
Which one you gonna chose?
Whichever way it is
Guarantee your gonna lose
I know your move before you make it
Leaving you confused
How can the fuck do I know what I do
It's not that hard to find out info
Cause no one likes you
Everybody that I talk to
Wants to see your downfall
Knocking you out left and right
And I'm boxing southpaw
You run cause you're a rat
Not cause you're an outlaw
I just can't get over it
You couldn't be more of a bitch
Say nobody likes me? Shit
I don't like nobody
They're a bunch of backstabbers
Not to mention whack rappers
Where's all the real homeboys at?
I don't see none bitch you cut
Your pony tail Puto so you could be one

[Lil' Rob]
Fool you just a phony
never was a homie
You are what you eat
Full of fucking baloney
Though your name is Tony
Your no, Tony Mandana
Don't get brave like Atlanta
Won't exist just like Santa
I'm not even worried
About what'chu might do
I'll be waiting with a German
Named G-42
And that's some heavy artillery
You think your killing me
I know your fucking feeling me
Y saves que puto?
Let the fucking war begin
I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win
Smiley faces sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smiley faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you
Whatchu gonna do when your covers blown
And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and
Carmen comes to get'cha? Carmen's just a bitch
Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!

[Chorus]