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Lil Rob - Brought Up in a Small Neighborhood [West Coast Mix] lyrics
(Lil' Rob) Lets Go It's a nice day to go cruise the riders Oh, you wanna go What happened to the good music? Lets go krook cruising my 63 dogg CAILE (Lil' Rob) All you vatos take no, Lil' Rob ain't no joke So WATCHA jump in my 6-3 impala Put down the top as I pull to the stop Drop, roll never can be too low Simon Ive got low riders hundred spoke wires White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher Than you've ever seen Fucking mean, fucking clean Can't drive too fast or start swerving Slipping and dipping that's what we call it That's what happens when you got hydraulics I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it We don't fake it ese we just take it Don't try to jack it putting holes in your jacket From my semi-automatic What you thought ese, we ain't got no pride? Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside [Chorus] I was brought up (brought up) In a small neighborhood (neighborhood) Where were cruising (cruising) And you know I looked good (So damn good) I was brought up (brought up) In a small neighborhood (neighborhood) Where were cruising (cruisin) And you know I looked good (So damn good) (Lil' Rob) I Got a Bombita 4'9 trokita C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know? Forty-five player for all my oldies Forty-five double L for all them phonies Gots corner windows and a three-fifty Pedal to the medal I can take off like quickly Shit I could smoke em like my pistola Like a Lil' Rob Rola my troka's the bomba Na it ain't painted homes it's just primered Backed with some 13's and a sun visor See it on the website I'm drinking with my primo WWW-dot- Lil' Rob dot com I can cruise all day And cruise all night long from sun down till sun up I'll cruise my troka, I'm a low rider, I told ya, I told ya [Chorus] (Lil' Rob) Got a big body F-L-double E-T-W-double-O-D 1993 CADDY Extended A-arm cause homes I play hard Hop my carrucha hoppin' down the boulevard Bumping some rap jams, oldies are rap jams I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me 3-Wheel standing hopping with smooth landings Fool racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in Guarantee to spill some I won't stop till I catch my Trunk up on fire keep on hopping till I pop a tire Pass the wire and let it be known I'll pay the chrome Before I pay the phone, and that's when you know You're a low rider, with that one Im like a leno with no liter [Chorus] Bump, Bump, Bumpin, Some zap jams, oldies or rap jams |
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