| What’s up ese
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| It’s your homeboy
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| Lil' Rob
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| Representing my city to the fullest
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| San Diego, Southern California
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| That’s where I’m from, simon
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| S-A-N D-I-E-G-O representado con Mano Lopalo
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| Mi pa mi lado, Chicano liempo creased down with the wrinkles
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| Bet you get them tingles when you listen to my singles
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| Mi cate, pelonsito con marijuanito
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| Got one hand on my cuete and the other on my pistol
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| Siempre listo, mijito en todo
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| I’m one bad motherfucker from the wrong side of town ese, mi moto
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| Pero no me jolles, but I still enjoy this
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| Lil' Rob controla, fucking up this rola like a bomba on the boulevard
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| Cruising with the 45's, got my loaded .45's still living this Crazy Life
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| I lay low like a Chevrolet, Chevrolet
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| And I bust my rhymes and they come away, come away
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| And I been many places but it’s not the same though
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| San Diego
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| San Diego
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| San Diego
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| San Diego, Southern California
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| Though my town ain’t what it used to be
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| It still means everything to me
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| I used to have dreams to be, something is what it made of me
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| Nothing like I used to see, drug deals everyday homey
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| Overdoses? |
| Yeah usually, but the streets was so damn good to me
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| Pain the walls with graffiti, all the vatos acting rough with me
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| So rough so tough with me, pinche juras handcuffing me
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| They never left me alone, just cuz I was pelon
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| And because of my skin-tone, fuck that must be cuz I’m chingon
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| And I tell it like it is, my shit’s bad damn right it is
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| Can’t believe how tight it is, like baby Jennifer Lopez
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| Leaving all you fools so please, knowing you can’t fuck with this
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| Say that you don’t like my shit, your fucked and now you’re stuck with it
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| I know that you’re bumping it, on the down low you be loving it
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| I’m the baddest one Brown-raggin it, catch me on the street Brown-baggin it
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| This one’s for my city where I learned my flow
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| S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, San Diego
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| I always say stay down for the Brown
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| But don’t let no one get you down, don’t frown
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| Ready for showdowns, I got more sold than MoTown bumping in your town
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| Who’s got the flows now? |
| Who’s running the shows now?
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| The wicked wicked Lil' Rob gots it all under control now
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| Go now, if you know what’s good for you
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| But you’re one of those vatos that likes to talk away
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| If you had any sense you’d swallow your foolish pride homey and walk away
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| The other way, oh by the way I fly away back to my four corner room
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| Like my song 4 Corner Room, tripping out like I was on shrooms
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| I sit and look at the colorful things, evil, good or whatever it brings
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| Spread my wings and fly away again, Lil' Rob the San Diegan
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| Let me know when you want to play again, play again
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| Maybe next year on the Fifth of May again, May again
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| But until then keep up with Lil' Rob year round
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| And I’m promising you the crystal clear sound of a Mexican
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| But it’s time for me to go rest again
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| It’s time for me to go but I’ll be back to flow
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| Remember my name, Lil' Rob
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| Know where I’m from, San Diego
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| That’s right
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| That’s the way we do it
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| San Diego, Southern California
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| Yea, 1904
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| That’s right
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| San Diego |