Lyrics:
fuck we rob fo real
Got some standho niggas like the mob fo real
Got erasers in decatur a goon sqaud by mosey park
(this boyz n da hood)
[Chorus]
[Big
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is no object
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
the center ring
And their lies don't mean a thing
Why don't you let me try
[Lil' Rob]
You come to my town like once every week
And I can't sleep, cuz
cye
cll them niggas that come from the rags hope they get a bag
If you putting in work up in that class aye continue that
If you slide with Glocks
fam in a mansion Pull up ghost Danny Phantom
Try to rob we hold em for ransom See I got them bags like Santa
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch
Rich Vato
Give me my shit back
Dylan turn me up
I done ran up a sack from the nap
Now I'm packing my bags
And I'm moving right back to LA
You ain't
ass tryfe kids only got one life to live
Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap
Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react
Group
down
N***as try rob us
We gunning shit down
Cause these n***as know
That we stay with the pounds
Use to buy dimes
I don't do it now
I shop by
Dias llegana por la manana
Just leave yo address
I know you live witcha mama
That's only just in case we run into a lil problem
I had fronted him a pack
You are not going to survive nigga
Cuz my hittas
Stretch from la to the chi nigga
Who gon rob niggas
Shots sound like 4th of july nigga
Who gon die
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'
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[Lil Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me man?
Si mon I'm your best homey and you
I been taking these drug and been playing wit guns
And lil bro said I'm making him nervous
If I see a opp and that nigga get shot and it come from my
this romantic lullaby
La la la la la
Love song from the ghetto
La la la la
Love songs from the ghetto
La la la la
Love song from the ghetto
La la la
this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss
She wanna uh
in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys,
down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
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