Альбом Lil' Rob

This is Lil' Rob
Lil' Rob comin at you with my own style
You wanna know about me look me up in the gang file
And you will see just how I'm living
I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to
A little vato going a little fuckin loco
Was just out of hand, not poco
Because all these vatos talkin shit about a homey
When they don't even fuckin know me
They said they kicked my ass, they say I got shot
But when I heard that I started laughing on the spot
Cause what the fuck is that all bout
They say I'm dead so I had to put this tape out
To let these levas know they're all about bullshit
And that these vatos got to quit while they're ahead
Before they look stupid
You say you don't talk shit but I know you did
So you put a filero to my neck you fuckin LEVA
What the fuck's next? A cuete to my head did I cry?
I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride
I got a pussy ass voice so you say
But you listen to it anyway
You say I can't rap but where the fuck are you
Just keep talking shit cause that's what little kids do
So remember this line for the first time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine
Now fuck that shit up

{Chorus)
"Doo Wah Ditty"

Lil' Rob not even puttin' in one hundred percent
But if I did you know that no one could get close
Because I'm the man with the most
Don't brag or boast but I'm a vato from the West Coast
Southern Califa's down for the Brown thing
And San Diego is the name of the city that I was brought up in
But the gang life I was caught up in
Started backin' little levas every weekend
Yeah I know I'm skinny but I ain't down for the tweakin'
Go off smoke marijuana; si mon the Mary Jane
God damn but I don't use God's name in vain
So I take that back ese con respecto
Cause I got respect, something you'll never get though
A little vato now seventeen with a glock
I got my finger on the trigger, not afraid to pull it ese
So don't tempt the man behind the gun
Because this vato might have you on the run
And at the same time cryin, shoot down your legs
but holmes is still tryin to get away
But hell ya gotta pay
Pump the fucker back and let the shotgun spray
Until you lie there dead
Just for talkin shit you got a bullet in your head
So if you persist to go on with the shit talkin
You best keep walking cause this vato's gonna be stalking your ass
Harassing it more than the hura
Or maybe not the hura pero homey keep trucha
Or better yet just don't fuck around ese
Cause I don't like killing off the Brown ese
So remember this line for the second time
You do your thing holmes but I'ma do mine

First of all I'd like to start it off by saying Q-Vo
From a little vato con respecto y orgullo
With much pride, jump in the ride
Hit side to side, down the calle we slide and glide
Hitting the switches, the paint job is sticking
I'ma pop your tape in the tape deck because it's hitting
You hear it from across town
No gente don't get scared and don't let no one get you down
Cuz if they do I'll be around gente
I'll turn your frowns upside down with my sounds gente
Been doing this since I was fifteen and lived through nineteen
Smoking up like Cheech and Chong having Nice Dreams
Simon

[Chorus]
Jump in the ride, pass that ass from side to side
As this crazy cholo takes you on another crazy cholo ride
I don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
Hey, what time is it

Yeah, it's time for jacking, my homeboys are-a packing
Your fucking carrucha got the fusca so keep trucha
Cuz if you got what we want
If it's firme as they say and it bumps in your trunk
Then hey man that shit is getting taken
I know it's something that your hating
But us vatos aren't faking
So give it up before it's too late
Cuz you'll get sprayed if you don't cooperate
And so you punks want to try me
That's what you get for trying to roll your bad ass up beside me
We do it clean, ain't nobody behind
You'll catch me on the rebound, I can't believe you think you'll find me
I do shit the smart way
You wanna start, pero man don't let my quette spray
Because this vato just don't give a fuck and shit man
It's time to let my fucking quette spit man

[Chorus]
Jump in the ride, pass that ass from side to side
As this crazy cholo takes you on another crazy cholo ride
I don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)

Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can take you to the street with a crazy beat
Oh man, putos wanna be slipping, wanna be tripping
But they don't know that their blood is gonna be dripping
If they roll through my barrio man
Don't fuck around with the crazy fucking vato down for the town
Oh down for the town for the crown that he commits
But I'm too sly, too slick so I split
Get away clean, leaving the scene
People think I live to die
And I'm only twenty, with the bullet
Not afraid to pull it, so don't make me do it
Down for my shit, don't make me prove it
Cuz saves que, ese you can't last
Once I start to blast cuz I pull the trigger faster
Here's a disaster, watch your hyna cry as I blast ya

Twenty with the bullet
Twenty with the bullet

[Chorus]
Jump in the ride, pass that ass from side to side
As this crazy cholo takes you on another crazy cholo ride
I don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
As we go a little something like this

Lil' Rob, Lil' Rob, Lil' Rob
Cuz I'm back on the fucking block and I

[Chorus]
Jump in the ride, pass that ass from side to side
As this crazy cholo takes you on another crazy cholo ride
I don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
As we go a little something like this

Lil' Rob back in the house
San Diego
Lil' Rob baby baby baby
619, 619
Lil' Rob
Oh yeah

[Triple C]
Big Bow, 13 motherfucker
Big Bow, 13

[Triple C]
Another jam from the mind of the double D
I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast Family
Some wicked shit pounding out your box
A little something to bump when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you fool?
Run and hide and get out your map
Leva motherfuckers from the other side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't over motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another motherfucking trick up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I make it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past
You're the kind of motherfucker talking shit bitch
I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and cover
Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker

[Lil' Rob]
It's the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob cuz I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for another chance
Fuck that fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary
Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose
Then light you up on fire, put away my lighter
Fuck the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and quick to stick pussy
The cheif enemies got the remedy
To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a felony
Now you're mad at me
I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking family
Say you're understanding me, fool you ain't no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck about what you're doing
I could give a fuck about what, who that you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What kind of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me Gato cuz the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm done
But the more shit that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your ass rung, let alone your ass hung
Chop you up with my machete with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with them
While the juras wondering what to do with them
Cuz there's so many of them, God must not have loved them
Cuz he let me do what I did, close their eye lids

[Mr. Shadow]
Now who be batty, coming trying to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but they can never hide, I find em
Putting the bullets in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one bald-headed fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into fucking dust
I must admit to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking bodies and the craniums that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these fools into depressions like the year of 95
Homicide got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a clip
Motherfuckers trying to trip
They end up looking just like shit

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[Lil' Rob]
Time for the payback ese
And I don't give a fuck about your fuckin ass
Chrome to the dome and this crazy vato's not afraid to blast
you wanted PEDO but there was something
Homey that you just didn't realize
That you're fuckin with the vato that will go insane
And buck you right between the eyes
You wanted to start some PEDO
But you didn't know that the shit will never end
You fucked with the wrong vato
Now it's time for your leva's end
The payback

{Chorus 2x}
Everyone knows I've been trying
To get you back and I'm not lying

So you vatos thought I was gone right?
But I ain't one to go out like no punk ass little bitch leva
And since I'm back on the fuckin block
You best believe I'm hardcore
Much harder than before leva
So keep trucha for that payback

{repeat chorus till fades out}

I got that A to the motherfucking K

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds
Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds
Of the shells when they hit the ground
But you know they're right down
Can't take chances if you plan to fuck around
Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell
With no bail living life in Hell
So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked
But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot
I say it's nothing if you ask me
I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me
That only figures when you're living life crazy
They wanna keep me from rapping cuz they know it pays me
Orale that's what I say
Orale puto that's what I say before I spray
All them fucking levas and I cap cap cap
And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap
And tell everybody what I just did
Lined up some levas and I just got rid
Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble
But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle
But right now the shells are stacking up
I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

[Chorus]
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)
I got my shells stacking up
(I got that A to the motherfucking K)

Simon they got me on the leva
Don't give a shit, I'm listo
Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal
I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha
For any rivals or the jura
The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight
Something's gonna happen just like it always does right
We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us
So when they try to bust we bust on them busters
Now hiding out, just keeping trucha
Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya
You won't leave without bullet holes ese
So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette
Cuz you won't know where the fuck to shoot back
All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat
And if you roll through it's time for the payback
Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that
I'll roll your fucking hood without a care
See some levas over here so some levas over there
What the fuck are they gonna do to me
Cuz I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Soy chingon, fuck em all
See some levas standing then you see some levas fall
As I spray and make their day
Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get away
But I can't split until at least one dies
So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie
Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming
Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning
Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit
Because these vatos just want to be delt with
You fuck with me man, I don't give a fuck
Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up

[Chorus]

A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas
I don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavas
Simon, I bring down my locs
Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes
You see you're nothing but a lop
You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk
It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble
You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble
Simon, when you gobble my nutts
You get this kind of treatment cuz you're nothing but punks
But uh, enough about you fools
I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool
And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess
Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
And I'm stacking up the shells
Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells
But not in love, I'm on a killing spree
Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me
So remember this ese when I don't give a fuck
Keep trucha homey cuz my shells'll be stacking up

[Chorus]

Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie

-verse 1-
its the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N
back with the rhyme that that will blow your mind
that you wanna hear again because you can't get
enough of the brown croud that its so ruff its so tuff
crazy, bad, wicked the worst and when i'm thru
when i rewind the verse
so you can try and go ahead and put me down
but i was told don't let no one get you down and never wear
a frown its Lil Rob the mexicano and proud one
competition none (music stops)
but when i'm not done (music starts)
fuckin it like this especially for the brown
so orale suvele on the brown side of town
don't be shy bump that shit homie
and be prowd when you playing the oldies
now yea i hear that shit bouncing
i got the jelous vatos talkin cause i got the hynas shoutin
over Lil Rob one of many mexicano poets
but not saying that i'm king
down for the brown i'll show it cause i know it
its the brown crowd vida, its the loco thing
and i'm the mexican gangsta born with the badness
you think you can rap you still can't fuckin match this
a little vato going for the gusto
its called the brown crowd just thought i'd let you know so
listen to the sounds of the brownest and you will find
chicano sounds are the downest
cause we don't fuck around and that you should know
brown crowd with the sounds of the brown for the barrio
should i say that i'm back or sould i say that i'm still here
sounds of the brownest doing good to my ear
we are getting down so you might as well admit it
and if you talkin shit then you might as well quit it
its the mexican gangsta having an oh what a night
party up in my city and everything is allright
i'll get with mary jane cause she's my crazy luv
i'm having fun but the night ain't done its time for the hit n' run
but you best believe i'm brown and prown brown and prowd
its called the brown crowd.
(fuck yea!!)

-chorus 2x-
Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

-verse 2-
I don't usually tear this competition
but when i hear some bad ass shit i gotta represent
myself better cause i can't let a silly sucka think he can rap better
than me so i get a firme style that you gotta rewind
chicano sounds are the downest you will find
when it comes to a rolla brown crowd controlla
how do you know cause Lil Rob told ya
commin striaight from the man with the wicked mind
all the times coming up with sick and twisted rhymes
but at the same time i got the hynas meltin with the crazy
love slow rappin
i got the vatos mad cause i got hynas shouting
i don't give a shit the jelousy will never quit
it never seams to amaze all this tension i raise
and for this i get paid ask me if i care and i'll say no
ask me if ive changead i'm still the same kid from the barrio
but theres a point i got to make see if you ask somebody shit
you gotta ask me cause
theres to many rumord going around about lil'rob and the color brown
hynas say that i'm concieted but i dont need it
i'm calling you a fuckin mensa if you want to believe it
so its like you got your own choice mija
without fans i wouldnt be nothing so you know i need ya
I started rapping now people don't let me live
people don't want me living there threats is what i'm given
i don't know why cause i think i'm a nice guy
sometimes mad most of the time i'm on natural high
and if you know me you know thats how i am
its called the brown crowd the life of this mexican.

-chorus 2x-

-verse 3-
back with verse 3 so let me kick it
i'm gonna make it quick sly slickfull wicked
to let you know otraves that i won and you lost
if you find me repeating something is to get my point across,
to get my point across, to get my point across
to all you levas that couldt catch it you know u cant match
it even though you try to snatch it
a style from a little vato who wont let go of a flow muy suavesito
and to all you rappers who say i can't rap i'm passing up
with my quickness cause your on my shitlist
you see i know what i'm doing ese but only if you knew
homes what i'm gonna do homes
trip out as i go on with the funky flow as i flow flow flow on
i'm droping competition to the floor cause i got more bouce
much more so let me fuck it up for the gente
as i'm rappin bottoms up on the presidente
cause theres a party in the town tonight but am i trough
shit not quite
yea homes the brown crowds the best
this jam is called the brown crowd now wait for the rest.

-chorus2x-

ESE, CHOLO!

[Lil' Rob]
Orale holmes, this is Lil' Rob
Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas

Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam
And it's to all those locos that like to gangbang
Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week
And always kickin it with my homies
But could swear they're always tweaking
But the only drug I use is marijuana
People tell me not to smoke it
But I'll smoke it if I wanna
Cause right now living in the fast lane
So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane
And when I fight I fight mano a mano
Por que si mon I'm a down ass Chicano
I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese
Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete
And then I'll call you a chavala
As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala
And if you shoot you better kill
Cause if you don't and you won't
But then I will
You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain
Why, because my mind clicks
To be insane in the brain
Si mon I'm fuckin bad to the bone
And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes
Cause I'm a...

{Chorus 2x}
Mexican Gangster, (simon)
Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster, (born with the what?)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness

Kickin that Cisco, smokin and tokin we heard a blast
You should've seen how fast we jumped off of our ass
We ran outside just to check out what it was
It's a Mexicano thing
I ain't no Crip or Blood
Dark in the garden so I couldn't see
Though I looked to the light and I saw my Primo
Laying there moaning; That's all I hear
But right now Lil' Rob ain't got time to shed a tear
We picked him up, we took him home and called the ambulance
Those vatos fucked up good
Cause now they're gambling with their lives
And it's about time they lose
Never fuck with the vato in the Sureno blues
To the Mexicana Madre, let's pull a drive-by
So when we lose one, that's when they seem to lose about five
But we're not satisfied holmes until they all die
So orale let's jump in my lowride
Toma las llaves I threw 'em in the ignition
Orale now we're on another fuckin mission
Turn on the radio on came the Rollas
Homeboys in the back loading up the pistolas
Orale they're loaded
It's time to do it
I just got my drivers license cause I'm 16 with a bullet
Not alone, my homeboy's in his Bomb
And to you puto's you won't last long
See I'm with my homies and all of them are packin
You vatos fucked up now the shells will be stackin
16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone
Don't fuck around holmes cause I'm a...

{Chorus}

Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say
"Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that mothafucker away"
I said "Chales, jump out the ride"
He opened up the door and then he jumped outside
he said "Orale", then "arrato"
I said "Hey we'll be back little vato"
So off we go to the other barrio
Not cruising too fast we're always cruising slow
We saw somebody started running cause they took a glance
They didn't have time to shit their pants
Take a look over there, damn some fine hynas
Too bad they're playing dice throwing their signs at us
But it's alright
We're looking for the fool who shot my Primo
Cruisin slow and guess who we see so
We crept up in the Bomba and took a look
So Lil' Rob said "Que onda"
I said fuck it jumped out the bucked he had a bat
So he swung and so I duck and I saw his face
So I stuck it with a right left, right left
I made him suffer holmes
And then I put the nine milli to his backbone
I said "Hey mothafucker don't breathe
Cause right now Lil' Rob really wants to see you bleed"
I flipped him over put the gun between his eyes
I said "You fucked up once and I hope
that's what you realize, now how the fuck does it feel
You played at your own risk and now you found out I'm for real"
Boom boom back in the raffla I'm reminiscing
With a tear in my eye cause it's my raza that I'm killing
Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice
Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life
But fuck that shit it's time to go home
No longer cruising slow I'm rushing to my canton
I'm thinking what my Primo wanted me to do
You think he'd want me to serve life for a punk or two
Or even cry over him for a couple of days
Damn raza we've got to change those evil ways
Though soy chingon cabron
Like Al Capone always holding my own
Walking alone in the S-D anger zone
Si mon bad to the bone
Not the one to talk shit over the telephone
And San Diego is the place where all my homeboy's roam
And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes
Cause I'm a...

{Chorus 3x}

Mexican Gangster -echoing gangster gangster gangster-

What's up mija
I was wondering if maybe I could stop by and pick you up tonight
Shine up the windows throw on the zoot suit
Jump in the Bomba complete with the full moon
Pick up my lady and kick it with her all night
We look up and we could see the rain fall right
down on the glass, we can't see the splash
We're cruising slow forget fast
You see a vato like me takes my time
I'm dressed to impress and my hayna's lookin fine
She loves me, I love her and everything is right
It's the Pachuco's night
I got the 45 player under the dash
In the ashtray I got some marijuana ash
I got the .45's in the glove
She throws on "Natural High" and says it's time to make love
I said damn mija yo te quiero mucho con todo mi corazon
She said mijo I'm glad that we're alone
Because it's time I confess how i feel
She said mijo I love you and I said baby I'm for real
It's the Pachucos night
It's the Pachucos night

You know mija there ain't nothin I'd rather do
Than to spend a little time with you
Cause you're my lady and I love you

{Chorus}
Stay right here baby (stay right here baby)
I'm not gonna let you go, ahha yeah
Stay right here baby, ahha yeah
So i could love you and love you forever

I'm kicking back with my lady
But still some vatos rolled up
Where you from holmes?
I'm thinking to myself don't act dumb holmes
Could pull the cuete cause I never leave home without it
But would that prove anything? eh holmes I doubt it
Vatos actin up I didn't say nothing but I stared
They call me a chavala but hey I didn't care
Time to go on roll on catch em on the rebound
Some may call me a ranker
Some might say that proves I'm down
Or got respect for the woman that I'm with
Cause if she wasn't with me you know I'd do it with the quickness
You see I handle things in the right way
It's me and my ruca, no need to pull out the fusca
Can't let them ruin my night so I drive off in the rain
She said mijo you're the best and so I told her the same
I grab her leg and tickle it as she laughs and yells stop
When I only stop to start all over again
You must've put a spell on my mind
You're my genie and my lover
And i wish that you would make our time stand still
Chills and thrills is what you give me
Everytime that I'm next to you
I'm so glad I found the best with you
A dream come true is me and you
A Pachuco's night doing what lovers like to do
And mija you're the only woman that can drive me crazy
A Pachucos night just me and my lady

{Chorus}

I've got to got to let you know who you are
I wanna take you home with me
And you will see that you love me and I love you
Lucky cause it's no fun being lonely
But with me you'll never have to be the lonely one
Cause you're my hyna
and you best believe the only one
She whispered in my ear come here
You're the only man I'll ever need
Because you've always been right there for me
Two hearts joined as one
Having fun on what I call my Pachucos night
My night ain't done
Until you come on and go with me
Over to my place and make love between the sheets
That's where our bodies meet
Te gusto mucho this Pachuco's gonna love ya
Because I can't seem to get enough of ya
Because mija you're the one droppin spells
it's me and my lady and the Shirelles
*{This is dedicated to the one I love}*
Let me lay you down
Let me make you feel just like you should
In other words mija let me make you feel real good
She's lookin firme so her body I caress
She said devisteme and so I help her undress
And it's like I love need and want you baby
It's time to get crazy

{Chorus}

Orale
What's up man
Back once again
Giving you somthing to relate to

I'm kicking back at my pad
Getting it through with my familia otra ves
It's time to bail out and get out of this mess
So they don't really like my ways
And they don't really give a damn about what I say
So I jump in the carrucha, keep trucha
I'm strolling through the town steady scraping the ground
Now I'm lighting up the area
Some staring at me suprised I'm still alive
Cuz back in the day I got shot homey
Because we let the bullets fly
But that don't mean I'll lecture you how I almost died
Why did this chump survive, that's why I'm still alive
Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95
Ain't no stopping me now
Lil' Rob is on the prowl
Don't ask me how cuz I don't have to explain it
Don't ask me how cuz it's too complicated
For you uneducated vatos to learn
You try to creep up but you sleep cuz I'm rolling nine deep
And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from me
You must be stupid, you're acting like a dummy with the

[Chorus]
L-I-L R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
I'm the L-I-L R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
L-I-L R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
I'm the L-I-L R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D

Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man

It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than Folgers
I guess you could say I've got my choice
Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice
People buying up my vocals
Sometimes they're mellow and sometimes they're loco
Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-side
Rolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glide
I've got my hyna on the side of me

She's on the right of me, and she's looking so damn fine to me
Hey babe, come a little closer
So that Lil' Rob can hold ya
As I drop a little taste for my race
Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face
Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding
We're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low
They never fail to harrass us
Always pulling us over never ever will they pass us
I'm living life on the calle so let me tell it
If you don't know my name ese then let me spell it

[Chorus]

Hey man, I'm only twenty

Some people say 'Lil' Rob get out the gang'
But then they say it like if it ain't no thang
But see, even if I say I don't claim
They still know my face and they still know my name
I see some vatos that I hate
But I won't hit them up because I'm trying to get my life straight
But they decide to hit me up instead
I'm on their leva, they're the ones who want me dead
So um, what am I supposed to do?
It's time to show these fools
In the crazy life man their ain't no rules
And you gotta understand
I'm doing the same damn thing as any other man
You can call it gang violence or call in what you will
But even the most innocent man will kill
Stay still, as I drop shit reality
All the gente talking that petho cuz they just can't handle me
Because I speak about the real, and how I feel
And I still kick back with the homeboys from the hood
But to the Man upstairs, I'm trying to do good

Yeah man, you gotta understand
You may call it a gang thing
But you'd do the same thing tambien
Right, giving you something to relate to

[Chorus]

{phone rings}

[Beavis]
Uh.. hello?
Who?
Damnit, for the last time
There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone}

[Sir Crown]
Ey homes throw on some fuckin oldies ese

[Lil' Rob]
Orale let me trip on this 45 then ese
Watcha.. ora..

Simon I'm ready ese, estoy listo
Si out of marijuana said pass to the pisto
Cause I don't need to get drunk off my ass
I just need a little high that's gonna last
Jump off the ranfla, kick back on the curb
Light up a toke, yeah smoke up all the herb
Smoke three move to the five then to the seven
Ran out of zig-zags so back to 7-11 we go
No need to buy 'em we'll just leave 'em
Homie said he'd call the police, I didn't believe him
Walked out the store with an attitude
Started capping, then started laughing
Then let me tell you what happened
Went back to the hood rolled up some indo
Putos rollin' through my barrio, I broke their windows
Shank their fuckin tires now they can't leave
And now it's about time for three socas to bleed (fucking socas)
Pulled 'em out the raffla and we fucked them up
Took 'em to the canton and we tagged them up
Put the big "BC" on their foreheads
We want the vatos alive we don't want 'em dead
We want em walking around to show that the Brown Crowd was there
And did that shit without a care
In the world cause they're nothing but little girls
Damn I shoulda pulled it cause they deserved the bullet
Put the cuete to their temple
Then pulled the fuckin trigger cause it's so fuckin simple

::Chorus::
Just like my lyrics I'm kickin back when I say 'em
I don't yell at putos ey I'm kickin back when I spray them
Fuckin leva

Cause if you fuck with me
I fuck with you twice as hard LEVA,LEVA,LEVA
Yeah, soy chingon cabron

Some vatos walked up and asked if I gangbang
I said I used to
But then I had to pull out the fusca
This vato's from the wrong hood
And now they think they got Lil' Rob good
But fuck it
I had to blast the puto between the eyes
And now I sit here laughing as his homeboy cries
But what the fuck, I did what had to be done
I can't let one go so I have to kill both of them
I don't give a shit, I'll do it real quick
But sabes que ese, it's time for me to split
It's time to leave the fuckin premises
Cause I don't need a witness
So I leave with the slickness and quickness
Take homeboy's hyna then pulled the corner
Jumped in the backseat and you know she let me bone her
She's looking fine do you know what I mean
I made her scream
I said stick with me and you'll become a brown queen
Because you never deserved a ranker
You need a vato like me the Mexican Gangster
But what if this firme hyna points the dedo
I'm tellin this sweet stuff pero it's puro pedo
Because you gotta know I'm smarter than that
This hyna wasn't even crying as she saw her vato dying
Now when I'm with her I hear the jura's drive by
Going to the site where I left those fools to die
Now who did it nobody has a clue
And without the murder weapon what's the jura gonna do
Aw shit, what if this bitch pulls rat
So I grab my shotgun and I pump the fucker back
Just in case, but the bitch wasn't knowin
Cause I was still going, had the hyna moaning and groaning
She got nasty, opened her mouth with a grin
Can't let a good thing go to waste
So I stuck my dick in
And I was goin, she was goin and then I started cumming
Replaced my dick with the shotgun
And you know I started gunning
In my eyes I didn't do nothing wrong
Do what I do to survive so you know it's on
Y Sabes que no one's ever gonna catch me
Cause I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D
Left the place without a trace
And I didn't care homes
So there it is there homes

::Chorus::

Yeah, and if the payback ain't quick
you best believe the pain is gonna stick LEVA
Soy chingon, soy chingon cabron
Like Al Capone always holding my own

Oh what a night

This is dedicated to the 6.1.9.
These other vatos had theirs, and now it's my time
No kick a beat, smooth suavecito
To all you fine Chicanas, Lil' Rob estoy mejito
Thumping the oldies
It's me Lil' Rob, and the Brown Crowd homies
Turn up the volume, yah Natural High
I smile for my friends and later on I'll cry
For La Raza, because we're killing off each other
It's sad, damn there goes another
But we don't need that cuz tonight is our night
The Brown Crowd night and everything will be alright
So get up the Crowd, and do the Brown thing
Let's cruise, no need to gang-bang
So get ready, dressed to impress
Because you gotta make this night your very best
Not just another night on the town
It's the Brown Crowd, Chicano and proud and proud to be Brown
So when you're cruising in your lowrider
Let down the back and put the front a little higher
And now you're rolling TJ ready
Just be yourself holmes, no need to be fake
Because everyone out here just having a good time
Oh what a night in the 6.1.9.

*scratches*
..oh what..
..oh what..
..oh what a night..

It's a nice night so I drop the top
Hynas tripping out when my 62 rocks
Pop the Proper Dos, simon Mexican Power
Everybody's cruising about five miles per hour
Lift up the back, drop the front, the frame scrapes
Cars in a spark show because it had sprayed case
But saves que, is what I'm gonna do
Don't want to doubt finest, la la la means I love you
Cuz when you're cruising with Rob you're cruising to all the bad jams
I hit my switches up and then it slams
Up goes the front, the back drops down
Continental kicks, dipping the ground
All the hynas checking out the Brown Crowd
Because we got the Brown Crowd bumping loud
That's when we see some fine ass hynas walking
So I pulled up to the curb and said "Hey girl, you wanna jump in?"
They said "Yeah," so I said "Orale"
That's for my homeboy Negro cuz es muy chate
I said "Just jump in the ride"
Cuz tonight's oh what a night and things about to get live
Now cruising with the hynas but still cruising with the homies
Turn up the volume, still cruising with the oldies
Tonight belongs to me holmes, it's mine
Oh what a night in the 61-bad-ass-9

*scratches*
..oh what ..
..oh what ..
..oh what a night..

Now there is no better way to end oh what a night
Then to kick it with some fine ass hynas that you like
And me being from Diego, take a word from the wise
All the hynas in the 6.1.9. are nothing but cuties pies
That's when this hyna whispers in my ear
And tells me things that make me glad that I'm still here
Put on my Brown Crowd jacket so that I don't freeze
Pop in the tape, The Best of The Tempries
Looking at this hyna, I'm gonna play my hunch
That's when this hyna tells me that I beat her to the punch
Threw on Mary Wells cuz that's the thing to do
I said "I beat you to the punch cuz I'm the one who really loves you"
The Brown Crowd gots game, I don't mean to be bragging
Even though some hynas don't like the pantalones sagging
I still seem to have fun
They call me stuborn cuz I won't pull my pants up for no one
My ranfla's getting hot, it's time to rest my ride
So what are we to do? I guess go watch the tide
So me and her are walking on the beach kicking up sand
That's when she lets me know that she's a Brown Crowd fan
Kicking out my plan, no longer willing
Cuz right now it's all about time for confessing the feeling
Now what happens next, homeboy nevermind
Oh what a night in the 6.1.9.

*scratches*
..oh what ..
..oh what ..
..oh what a night..

In the 6.1.9.

Oh what a night

Shit, man
Fuck that pinche jura ese
If they only knew where the fuck I was, right
Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit
They ain't gonna catch me ese
I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and wicked
Fuck these fucking juras
Can't fuck with my crazy life
Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio homeboy
That's where you find me every fucking night creeping
Simon, it's my crazy life ese
Mi vida loca

A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya
A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The race of the Brownest
Where every Mexicano lives to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio
Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be sorry for
Shooting down putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, cuz the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems like it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and over sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is crazy

[Chorus]
It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life
Mi vida loca
It's called the crazy life

Back with some shit that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, here's something for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell sprung in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs cuz they're thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to change our evil ways
But back to this motherfucking wickedness
All these punks talking shit and I'm sick of this
Talking about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't fight ya
Do anything to win even if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to shoot down a solca
As you're lying dead I pull out the bag of mota
Roll up the leño and spark up my joint
Proud because I killed this vato with my hollow point
But what am I to do when this vato is to strike me
I kicked him two times cuz he got blood on my Nikes
Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking luck
But you'll die, (why) people want to know
It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi barrio

[Chorus]

Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi vida loca
Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my face
Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three shots
Bang bang bang, then walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said motherfucker
Bite the bullet, twice I pulled it
Not giving a fuck about you ese
You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me what yo want to do
They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no fucking difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
What's up ey

[Chorus 2X]

-verse 1-
its the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N
back with the rhyme that that will blow your mind
that you wanna hear again because you can't get
enough of the brown croud that its so ruff its so tuff
crazy, bad, wicked the worst and when i'm thru
when i rewind the verse
so you can try and go ahead and put me down
but i was told don't let no one get you down and never wear
a frown its Lil Rob the mexicano and proud one
competition none (music stops)
but when i'm not done (music starts)
fuckin it like this especially for the brown
so orale suvele on the brown side of town
don't be shy bump that shit homie
and be prowd when you playing the oldies
now yea i hear that shit bouncing
i got the jelous vatos talkin cause i got the hynas shoutin
over Lil Rob one of many mexicano poets
but not saying that i'm king
down for the brown i'll show it cause i know it
its the brown crowd vida, its the loco thing
and i'm the mexican gangsta born with the badness
you think you can rap you still can't fuckin match this
a little vato going for the gusto
its called the brown crowd just thought i'd let you know so
listen to the sounds of the brownest and you will find
chicano sounds are the downest
cause we don't fuck around and that you should know
brown crowd with the sounds of the brown for the barrio
should i say that i'm back or sould i say that i'm still here
sounds of the brownest doing good to my ear
we are getting down so you might as well admit it
and if you talkin shit then you might as well quit it
its the mexican gangsta having an oh what a night
party up in my city and everything is allright
i'll get with mary jane cause she's my crazy luv
i'm having fun but the night ain't done its time for the hit n' run
but you best believe i'm brown and prown brown and prowd
its called the brown crowd.
(fuck yea!!)

-chorus 2x-
Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

-verse 2-
I don't usually tear this competition
but when i hear some bad ass shit i gotta represent
myself better cause i can't let a silly sucka think he can rap better
than me so i get a firme style that you gotta rewind
chicano sounds are the downest you will find
when it comes to a rolla brown crowd controlla
how do you know cause Lil Rob told ya
commin striaight from the man with the wicked mind
all the times coming up with sick and twisted rhymes
but at the same time i got the hynas meltin with the crazy
love slow rappin
i got the vatos mad cause i got hynas shouting
i don't give a shit the jelousy will never quit
it never seams to amaze all this tension i raise
and for this i get paid ask me if i care and i'll say no
ask me if ive changead i'm still the same kid from the barrio
but theres a point i got to make see if you ask somebody shit
you gotta ask me cause
theres to many rumord going around about lil'rob and the color brown
hynas say that i'm concieted but i dont need it
i'm calling you a fuckin mensa if you want to believe it
so its like you got your own choice mija
without fans i wouldnt be nothing so you know i need ya
I started rapping now people don't let me live
people don't want me living there threats is what i'm given
i don't know why cause i think i'm a nice guy
sometimes mad most of the time i'm on natural high
and if you know me you know thats how i am
its called the brown crowd the life of this mexican.

-chorus 2x-

-verse 3-
back with verse 3 so let me kick it
i'm gonna make it quick sly slickfull wicked
to let you know otraves that i won and you lost
if you find me repeating something is to get my point across,
to get my point across, to get my point across
to all you levas that couldt catch it you know u cant match
it even though you try to snatch it
a style from a little vato who wont let go of a flow muy suavesito
and to all you rappers who say i can't rap i'm passing up
with my quickness cause your on my shitlist
you see i know what i'm doing ese but only if you knew
homes what i'm gonna do homes
trip out as i go on with the funky flow as i flow flow flow on
i'm droping competition to the floor cause i got more bouce
much more so let me fuck it up for the gente
as i'm rappin bottoms up on the presidente
cause theres a party in the town tonight but am i trough
shit not quite
yea homes the brown crowds the best
this jam is called the brown crowd now wait for the rest.

-chorus2x-