(Lil' Rob)
I'm from the city that everyone knows
All clean creased up on my clothes
Hit the street and hop the low low
Even got hydraulics on the Limo
I'm from the city that everyone knows
All clean creased up on my clothes
Hit the street and hop the low low
Got my baby waiting in the limo
(Lil' Rob)
It's all real to me homes don't need to make shit up
I don't kick it with you vatos cause you fake the funk
You never once had my back your just some fucking punks
Why sit and why ask who to trust
When the answers are so obvious
It's No one it's no fun
Putos talking shit and they just go on and go on (so on)
I'm giving you something to go on
I got myself an Oldie CD I want to throw one
Mix it with some hip-hop making sure its tiptop
Shape for your rafla bumping like you want ta
Add some Mexican rap to your collection
Imagine hoping your ride
Bump'n this, in the... intersection
Interesting isn't that what Mexicans do?
We can put it down too it's 2002
I guarantee you'll see me in 2003
In a 2004, fucking slammed on the floor
(Chorus)
(Lil' Rob)
It's time I pick up the pieces
Get sick like Diseases
Don't you understand I don't want to be like he is
I mean it I can only call it like I see it
See it then I call it drink like Alcoholics
Only drop the bomb shit only smoking chronic
Let me make a phone call if I don't already got it
Now watch this Whatcha I'm on the deadline
What can we give this fucking guy so he can write some rhymes
Ah big of llerva six pack of cervesa
But most important of all homes it's the fedia
I need some kind of motivatio
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