[Verse 1 Lil Rob] Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troka My 49 bomba, getting bombed off the mota Or what you call it, reifo, estoy prendido Locked up in my own prison, man, I been torsido Might be a flaco, but I pack a putaso Thats on my nickname, Lil Rob, my placaso I used to paint it like Picasso, pinche vato And back when I was hollow, Im still malo, fuck tomorrow Hey, fuck tomorrow, holmes And the day that follows Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano Yo soy Chicano Spittin calo I can put you in the right direction, but cant hold your mano These pinche gangstas, cause they talkin Lifes a gangsta But Next years dont talk, cause, talkin just aint gangsta What [Lil Rob] Thats right Its ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob San Diego, Califa, chrome boy Puttin it down for the brown side of town Thats right Twelve Eighteen [Ese Daz] Let me do this for the Harbor Area, Rob [Lil Rob] Doce Diez y Ocho Thats right, we put it down, loco [Verse 2 Ese Daz] Orale, holmes, Im sippin on patron Its Ese Daz, from the H.A., 310 Rollin Cruisin to the barrio The area thats scaring ya And you dont wanna go Show no mercy Like the veteranos We still kick it, throw on the sly, slick and wicked And turn up the oldies a little higher And drive a little slower like the O.G. lowrider Mi pluma tira sangre Historias de las calles War stories in the neighborhood Little locos up to no good We show no shame, put it down for the brown Chicano style, representing it proud Thats what we do When we do You dont like it, fuck you, too Ten years in the game, its all the same Fuck the fame Had a name I do it for the homies in the bombas, bumpin tapes Wey [Ese Daz] Whats up, Lil Rob Its only the beginning, homeboy A tip of the iceberg Get ready 07 08 09 But in 2010, I might just pull a ghost like the homie Ese Rich Rock Eh
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