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Lil Rob - Keep It Real lyrics
(Lil' Rob) Watch-Ah There's a difference between fact and fiction Pay close attention do more than Listen Here what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it Claiming that they be having it But really they anit having shit Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit Keep talking shit bitch 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 be Maculent Talented handle it Simon eh had my 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 Simi autos to automatic guns To having funs to having funs 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 To pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack flip the switch on my lap (Lil' Rob)(Chorus)(2x) Keeping it real got the skills to pay the bills esse A lot of you vatos out there don't know how it feels to keep it real esse 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. (Lil' Rob) A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme and ta It be your drawing board and take some more time for real Homeboy I never heard nothing weak Can't believe that bullshit that 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? What they do that, look what they done did made that shit talk And beyond, fucking 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 dropping the dime Your questioning I'm answering before your asking it I know what I said whatever I said home boy I'm backing it Backing lid, well you're a lying fucking sack of shit Chronic shit? Got a fluffy giant sack of it It's no accident when I'm packing it relaxing it kicking back and shit I loss my mind I loss the time where'd it go and but I go and lost track of it (Chorus) (Lil' Rob) San Diego city I was brought up in Home of Donovan car hoping and bum dropping 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 Saves Que? I'm sick on the mic I'm sic on the mic Your sounding like a bitch on the mic I'm sick of my life but still kick the shit that you like Just probably get a six-pack and kick it tonight I'm tripping tonight feel straight up like picking a fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight I'm going out of my headlight like little Anthony Backing me days when he had tears on his pillow Weeping like a willow it's Lil' Rob esse breaking it down Gangster rolling no more mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed (Chorus) |
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