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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[Chorus]
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L-I-L R-O-B
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B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
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I'm the L-I-L R-O-B
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B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
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L-I-L R-O-B
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B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
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I'm the L-I-L R-O-B
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B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
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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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[Chorus]
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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
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[Chorus]
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Somethin' 2 Relate 2
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