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Lil Rob

Roberto Flores (born September 21, 1975), best known by his stage name Lil Rob, is a Mexican American rapper, producer, and actor. Lil Rob attended Santa Clara University. more »

Southern California Home of low-ridin'
Gang-bangin' and shit California 
I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California (I was raised in Californ-I-A Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

I've always been down with hydros And cholos, the low-lows
The six-threes, the six-fours
The rucas with no clothes Used to drop the two-door
Gang-bang in a four door
Puttin' bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford Explorer Hard-core, and I got more and more Where that came from? Welcome to my kingdom The streets are my freedom I need em', I feed em', I feedback They need that, like I need my weed sack
Take a toque, wacha Where were we at?
Oh, California the golden state
Controllin' states, pushin' weight Where vatos like me hallucinate Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump

I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California (I was raised in Californ-I-A Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

Slippin' and dippin', grippin' the wheel Lockin' it up
Dump the back corner Pop the front one up
Put the convertable top down
It's too good to stop now
This California livin' Smoke up on the ceilin' Party at the roof, off the hook
Got every drug up in the book
You don't believe me
See for yourself and take a closer look
Low rider car shows Hoppin' till the truck blows Catch me at the bar
Havin' a drink with my uncles Pacifico with no lime
That's what I drink at all times Creased up Davis', I'm always out like where the pavement is
I come from the underground The underground like where the basement is
It's California, people have a hard time facin' it

I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California (I was raised in Californ-I-A Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

Low rider bicycles, tricycles Cold as icicles Smokin' chronic shit
So high, you would think my eyes are closed I got my eyes on those Who be thinkin' that my eyes are closed But there not ese Trucha when you get too close You'll know, that I know
What you think, I don't know
I might explode, unload Reload, and unload You broke the code, you gots to go
Ain't no future in your frontin' Crazy California homeboy Where the cuete's bustin' California stylin', California ridin' Whittier Boulevard to 'Frisco
Then back to Highland I gots to do it like the locos do
Don't race your ride
Hop your ride like you're supposed to do, through 
I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California (I was raised in Californ-I-A Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

Written by: AL JOLSON, B. G. DESYLVA, JOSEPH MEYER

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California