| Orale
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| What’s up man
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| Back once again
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| Giving you somthing to relate to
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| I’m kicking back at my pad
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| Getting it through with my familia otra ves
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| It’s time to bail out and get out of this mess
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| So they don’t really like my ways
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| And they don’t really give a damn about what I say
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| So I jump in the carrucha, keep trucha
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| I’m strolling through the town steady scraping the ground
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| Now I’m lighting up the area
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| Some staring at me suprised I’m still alive
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| Cuz back in the day I got shot homey
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| Because we let the bullets fly
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| But that don’t mean I’ll lecture you how I almost died
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| Why did this chump survive, that’s why I’m still alive
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| Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95
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| Ain’t no stopping me now
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| Lil' Rob is on the prowl
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| Don’t ask me how cuz I don’t have to explain it
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| Don’t ask me how cuz it’s too complicated
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| For you uneducated vatos to learn
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| You try to creep up but you sleep cuz I’m rolling nine deep
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| And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from me
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| You must be stupid, you’re acting like a dummy with the
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| L-I-L R-O-B
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| I’m the L-I-L R-O-B
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| L-I-L R-O-B
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| I’m the L-I-L R-O-B
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| Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man
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| It’s Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
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| I’ve never done it, but I’ve seen more crytal than Folgers
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| I guess you could say I’ve got my choice
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| Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice
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| People buying up my vocals
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| Sometimes they’re mellow and sometimes they’re loco
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| Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-side
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| Rolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glide
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| I’ve got my hyna on the side of me
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| She’s on the right of me, and she’s looking so damn fine to me
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| Hey babe, come a little closer
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| So that Lil' Rob can hold ya
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| As I drop a little taste for my race
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| Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face
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| Simon we’re rolling, rag-top folding
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| We’re cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low
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| They never fail to harrass us
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| Always pulling us over never ever will they pass us
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| I’m living life on the calle so let me tell it
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| If you don’t know my name ese then let me spell it
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| Hey man, I’m only twenty
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| Some people say «Lil' Rob get out the gang»
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| But then they say it like if it ain’t no thang
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| But see, even if I say I don’t claim
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| They still know my face and they still know my name
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| I see some vatos that I hate
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| But I won’t hit them up because I’m trying to get my life straight
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| But they decide to hit me up instead
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| I’m on their leva, they’re the ones who want me dead
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| So um, what am I supposed to do?
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| It’s time to show these fools
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| In the crazy life man their ain’t no rules
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| And you gotta understand
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| I’m doing the same damn thing as any other man
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| You can call it gang violence or call in what you will
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| But even the most innocent man will kill
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| Stay still, as I drop shit reality
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| All the gente talking that petho cuz they just can’t handle me
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| Because I speak about the real, and how I feel
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| And I still kick back with the homeboys from the hood
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| But to the Man upstairs, I’m trying to do good
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| Yeah man, you gotta understand
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| You may call it a gang thing
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| But you’d do the same thing tambien
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| Right, giving you something to relate to |