[Lil' Rob]
Wacha, there's a difference between fact and fiction
Pay close attention, do more than listen

Hear what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it

Claiming that they be having it

But really they ain't having %#@!
$#&@ all that bull%#@! that %#@! is kid %#@!
Keep talking %#@! (*##$ that's what your skill is

Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit
Can't spit like I can spit straight up immaculate
Talented handle it Simon ey I'm a man that did

Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin
Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican
From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns

Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali
Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one
You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac

Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap

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Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it

I'm keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid.


Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it

I'm keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, I don't wanna do what you did stupid


[Lil' Rob]
A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme
and to Hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real

Homeboy I ain't never heard nothing weaker
I can't believe that bull%#@! be coming out the speaker
Its like who heard you and told you that you were good?

They lied to you, you can't rap but they said you could
Why, would they do that, now look what they done did
Made a %#@! talker out of a young, $#&@ing dumb kid

I know where I'm from, I know what I've done
I know what it takes to be number one
You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the

Dime Your questioning, I'm answering before your asking it
I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I'm backing
It I'm backin it, while you're a lying $#&@ing sack of %#@!

Chronic %#@!? Got a big ol' fluffy $#&@in sack of it
It's no accident when I'm packing it, relaxing it,
kicking back and %#@! I loss my mind,

I loss the time where'd it go
I don't know, lost track of it


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[Lil' Rob]

San Diego, city I was brought up in
Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin
I'm getting numbers while I'm dragging bumpers

Scraping it up, Juice, I think I've got more than
Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never
Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic

Sabes Que? I'm sick of the mic, I'm sic on the mic
Your sounding like a (*##$ on the mic
I'm sick of my life and still kick the %#@! that you

Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it
Tonight I'm tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a
Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight

I'm going out of my head like little Anthony
Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow
Weeping like a willow it's Lil' Rob esse breaking it

Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed

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