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