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