Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Still Riding Like That, artist - Lil' Rob.
Date of issue: 04.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Still Riding Like That |
Ese Lil Rob’s back in the clean black Cadillac |
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I’m still ridin' like that |
Ese Lil Rob’s back in the clean black Cadillac |
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I’m still ridin' like that |
This shit is easy it comes natural to me |
But that’s no reason for you to be an asshole to me |
Just because I’m that vato that be bangin' on beats |
I don’t wear no jewelry that shit’s too fancy for me |
I just wear my t-shirt with my Davis' on |
I’m drinkin' beer even when the charger game isn’t on |
I’ma kick back type vato but they got me on the go go |
Enough to drive me loco, loco in the coco |
Loco in my low-low, scrapin' because it’s so low |
Hyna’s wanna go low meet me at the volo |
We party like the Raza do, don’t know what else to do |
Dealt with you too many times the first time that I dealt with you |
More bounce than a trampoline |
But I stay creased and clean |
Homeboy said I couldn’t rap, hasn’t hurt me recently |
Vato wants a piece of me |
I’m the one he just can’t see |
Make him wish he never did 'cause it’s too embarrassing |
Lil Rob gots skills now tell me how it feels now |
I’ma blow the fuck up, fucker it’s for reals now |
Tired of the bullshit, how long can I do this? |
I been bustin' raps since I was 16 with the bullet |
And the truth is, I’ve already done what you did |
But I’m done acting young, dumb and fuckin' stupid |
People talk, can’t stop the talk, so I deal with it |
They’re still wicked mad cause I got a meal ticket |
Real with it, you don’t get real with it but you got skills with it |
Flows so cold when you hear it you get the chills with it |
Real wicked, you don’t believe me take a real listen |
Laughin' at them foo’s that’re dissin' |
On a mission, mission impossible |
Impossible for me to fall down to where your level is |
Like dogs they think like lil' kids |
Paid my dues, paid my debt, silence is kept just like respect |
What you expect from this vato? |
I’m bangin' cuatros |
Stop at St. Marco’s for some tacos and some nachos |
I got it, it’s on me, ey whatchu want holmes? |
My raps are poppin' homeboy like my Glock goes |
Got my people yellin' gritos like my block goes |
Homie hookin' up shows so I rocked those |
People didn’t believe so I shocked those |
Where’d all these people come from? |
They’re from the barrio |
Here to represent their lil homeboy on the radio |
Que onda holmes, writin' lyrics when I’m home alone |
Roll a leño I’ll get stoned alone Ese |
Lil Rob’s back in the clean black Cadillac |
With lots of chrome and the chrome microphone |