| What’s happening perro
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| It’s been along time since I felt this way
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| But I could put that shit down homeboy, you know
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| Ain’t nothing changed
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| I creep around the corner
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| 3 wheelin' a scraping bumper
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| Sproking up the calles
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| Leaving you blid like Stevee Wonder
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| Said I come from the land down under
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| Underground stupid
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| What the fuck you think I meant
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| Hey let me think of it can’t think of it can’t think of shit
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| Fuck it hey
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| Lil Rob could rap like fuckin «A»
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| How did I learn to bust this way
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| How in the fuck will I bust today
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| Never had nobody writing my shit
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| That’s faking it like lieing and shit
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| You didn’t write it
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| How could you claim somebody’s buying you shit
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| It doesnt make sense to me
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| Everybody wanna be in the place to be
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| Like it’s the place to be (I guess it is)
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| Shit it’s the place for me
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| So I’m gonna stay as long as I can
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| Can’t make the paper run out with the plan
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| There is to be
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| Then back to the streets
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| Everyone knows
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| Lil Rob is the man
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| I think you’re bluffin'
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| Who in the fuck you think you’re kidding homeboy come on
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| Bitch I think you’re bluffin'
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| Hey you know me and I know you
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| Yea I’m a good dude that did bad and
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| Can’t believe I did that
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| Give me the
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| Big bag and some feel good
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| Roll it up in a zig-zag
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| Take a big drag
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| I smoke till I see pitch black
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| Black out and pass out
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| Wake up in a few
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| Drink a beer then I crash out
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| Laugh loud when you lash out
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| With you loud mouth
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| What chu mad about
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| Talk alot of shit ain’t got no heart
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| All you got is a bad mouth
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| I’ll bark no bite
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| I’ll talk no fight
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| Shut the fuck up
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| Put down the mic
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| Thinking you’re bad
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| Cause you’re no polite
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| Ese you’re weak
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| Like your name in the streets
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| You can’t compete
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| Who said that you could?
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| You’re a discrase your whole neighborhood
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| Your hood doesn’t care
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| Cause you’re not from there
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| Me against you
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| That wouldn’t be fair
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| Come on homie
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| Let’s keep it real
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| You’re just a man
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| You’re not made of steel
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| You can be taking out hynas without a doubt
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| Giving you something to think about
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| We live life rough and tough
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| Some end up getting stuck
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| I think I’ve had enough
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| It’s time for me to call your bluff
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| We live life rough and tough
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| Some end up getting snuff
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| And you ain’t strong enough
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| So now it’s time to put on my black boots
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| With my black Davis’s
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| That’s just the way it is
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| No one can see me throw on my black sweatshirt
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| With a black beanie and a black bandana
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| To cover my face just like a bandit does
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| I’m back mothafuckers
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| And I bounce to get scandalous
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| I pull my crimes at night
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| And diappear like a phantom does
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| I’ll fuck up your life
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| Like a junkie slamming drugs
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| Even your fuckin wife
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| Knows that you’re a fuckin punk
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| What chu gonna do when I call your bluff
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| Can’t believe that you think you’re tough
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| You claim to talk the talk
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| You claim to walk the walk
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| If that’s true
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| Them my body should’ve been outlined in chalk
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| But it’s not
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| You really need to stop
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| Don’t say what you won’t do
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| You really need to stop
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| Homeboy before I lose my cool |