[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
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Up in the morning, I start with a joint
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Unloaded my cuete with hollow points
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These vatos says, "He's coming for me"
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You fucking pussy, I'll believe when I see
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Hey, why do ride [? ] to the bone
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When you know that you not, so just leave it alone
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[Verse 2:]
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Ratas, run and tell
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Drug dealers on corners, ready to sell
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Hey, I'll take a sac
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Not [? ] cause the vato gots bomb ass weed
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Never in classrooms, never in books
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He was out in the calles, running from crooks
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[Verse 3:]
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As soon as night time rolls around
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I finally lay the bomba down
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Runnin' to the pad, grab something to drink
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In the troka, into the street
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Up to the corner and round the bend
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And tell my ruka to jump in
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[Verse 4:]
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Put the 45" into the box
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I got to hear something that's really hot
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With the one I love, I'm making romance
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It's guarunteed that I get in her pants
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I know it sounds wrong
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Talkin' 'bout on my street days
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[Break: Lil Rob]
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Remember when I used to kick back with the homies
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Drink somethings right down the street
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And tokin' [? ] tokin' monsters
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Smokin' 'bout a pound of weed
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Talkin' about my street days and all my street ways
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Keeping it hot like heatwaves, listen to the guitar the key plays
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Watchin' out for 5-0's, on the corner drinking like winos
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There's nothing I will change about my street days
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[Verse 5:]
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Put the 45" into the box
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I got to hear something that's really hot
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With the one I love, I'm making romance
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It's guarunteed that I get in her pants
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Kissin' her body from head to toe
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Round, and round and round, we go
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[Verse 6:]
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Lil Rob in control
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Deliverin' from the days of ol'
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Control almost
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Deliverin' from the days of ol'
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Lil Rob, rock and roll
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The feeling is there, body and soul
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[Lil Rob:]
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Ya estuvo
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Street Dayz
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| Lil' Rob |
