Альбом Lil' Rob

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ESE, CHOLO!

[Butt-head]
heh heh he?
Who?
Damn't, for the last time
There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone}

[Lil' Rob]
It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N
Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again
Because you can't get enough of the Brown Crowd
That is so rough and so tough
Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through
When I rewind a verse
So you could go ahead and try to put me 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 I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town

Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd

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 simon 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
Simon 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 ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness

Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd

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 holmes

Jump in the ride
Jump in the ride

First of all I like starting by saying Q-vo
From a little vato con respecto y por el tuyo
But much pride, jump in the ride
Side to side down el calle, we slide and ride
Hittin' the switch's, the paint job is stickin'
I'm your puppet in the tape deck because it's hittin'
You hear it from across town
No dejes que nadie te haqa menos
Don't let no one get you down
Cause if they do, I'll be around gente
I'll turn your frown's upside down with my sound's gente
Been doing this since I was 15 and live through night
Smoke another like Chech & Chong has a nice dream Simon

Jump in the ride, bounce that ass side to side
(Jump in the ride) as this crazy cholo takes you
On another crazy cholo ride (Jump in the ride)
I don't really give a shit about what your saying bitch
(Jump in the ride) What time is it?

I got that A to the muthafuckin' K

Yeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 rounds
And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound
Of the shell's when they hit ground
But you know there right down
Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around
Finger print's on the shell, life in the jail cell
With no bail, live the life in hell
So I proceed to be the sly, sticked, wicked
But when I get caught, in doing time, while putos get shot
I'll say "It's nothin'" if you ask "It ain't shit"
I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna blast me
There only fear is when they're liven life crazy
They wanna keep me..from rappin' because it pay's me
Orale, that's what I say
Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray
All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap
And I come back another firme rap, rap, rappin' tale
Everybody what dizzy, lined up some levas
And I just got rid of a couple
Right on the double, I'm nothin' but trouble
But when it comes to hyna's, I'm the one who likes to cuddle
But right now, the shell's are stackin' up
I got my 30 round, and puto's are backin' up
I got the A-K in the trunk, for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drum
You vatos can't mean, now I don't give a fuck
Times don't mean shit, when my shells are stackin' up
I got my shell's stackin' up

I got that A to the muthafuckin' K

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[Lil' Rob]
This is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my time
To kick the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine chicana's, Lil' Rob is doing ?
Bumping the oldies, It's me Lil'' Rob
And the Brown Crowd homies, turn up the volume
Yeah, Natural High, a ?? for my friends
And Lil' Rob will cry for la raza
because we killin' off each other, it's sad
BOOM, there goes another, but we don't need that
Because tonight it our night, it's the Brown Crowd night
And everything will be alright
So get up, go out, and do the brown thing
Let's cruise, no need to gangbang
So get ready, dress to impress
Because you got to make this start your very best
Not just another night on the town
It doesn't brown ?? Chicano, were proud and be brown
Tonight were crusin' in your lowrider
Let down the back and put the front a little higher
And now your rollin' TJ ?? just be yourself holmes
No need to be fake because everybody out here
Is havin' a good time, Oh what a night..Oh what a night

[Lil' Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me man?
Simon I'm your best homey and you don't even know me

This vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes"
I said "you know me?" he said "simon I'm your best homie
You were born in September of 1975
You're already 20 I'm the reason why you're still alive
I watch everything you do I've seen everything you've done
I kept you out of jail because I told you when to run
You packed a gun at the age of 13"
This vato knows everything about me but this guy I've never seen
So I said "what you mean?" and he said "follow me"
I'm going crazy that's exactly what it's gotta be
He said "let's fly" so we took to the sky
He said "stop, look and listen pay attention
Now if you have a question then ask"
Oh by the way where you takin me?
He said "stop, look and listen and you will see"

Chorus:
Listen hear what I'm saying
Listen hear what I'm saying

1-What's up
2-I think I saw him standing over there just a minute ago
1-Who?
2-Lil'' Rob, he's pretty bad on the mic you know?

Lil' Rob...
Lil' Rob...
It's the Wicked wicked

Puto's slip and trip
I'll rip them open from the heart to the brain
I'm already insane, and I won't change
You can't stop this, so stop this nonsense
People got this, because they want this
So watch above this
Little cholo, oh no
Lil' Rob comin' with mi stilo
My lyrics are like a bullet, out of a cuete
It's time to reload (an reload)
And make sure I never run out of ammunition
Until I finish my mission, fix it
All the mistakes that these puto's make
Go and grow up, shuttin' door's in your face
So that you can't blow up
You know who your fuckin' with
Lil' Rob con Coneta (neta)
Leva you can bet cha bottle
Del la hando puente can I follow as I lead the way
And I'll say no to the bottles that you meet some day
Never fuck with the calm one, the one who like's to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wicked wicked wicked wicked

Orale
Orale pues it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD
San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit
And all these people call me a stupid ass spic
You call me a spic and I'll take you out silly sucker
Cuz you ain't nothing but a stupid ass motherfucker
Go ahead and start your shit, start your pleito
But you'll find that you'll lose when you fuck with San Diego
Now listen up to what I've got to say
I'm down for San Diego and I'm down with LA
And ¿saves que? they're both down with me
And it's a trip cuz I got primos in every fucking city man
I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine
To all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havin
About not being down for the town
A crazy little vato fuckin it up for the Brown
You see I'm down for the 619
Fools saying I'm doing bad, but I'm just doing fine
Not giving a fuck about what you punks got to say
Cuz I'm that crazy Mexicano down to fuckin spray
You know what I'm saying leva, and you know it's true
Someone's got to win and someone's got to lose, and I never lose
So you know I can't be that ranker
You want to know who the fuck I am? I'm the Mexican Gangster

Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B

Mexican Gangster numero dos
Simon, I'm back once again a little different since back then
Four years later, four years brighter
Back with some shit like llesca taking you higher
High, high, high like to the ceiling, I can't fight the feeling
If I had a million, bucks what would I do
I'd smoke up my llesca tree
I swear to God ese, about three times as tall as me
Oh man what would I do without my mija
What would I do all dressed up without mi grifa
I ain't joking, the homies don't call me Prankster
It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster

Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B

Orale
Got those beats that thump that you bump
Cuz I know you like the bass, it humps
Making you wonder where the hell I've been for four years
It's not because of fears, so let's just make that clear
Now just hear what I say when I say what I gotta say man
Coming at you quick, you don't even got time to pray
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost
Man it's time to get ghost, no time to watch these putos roast
Coasting, down the block fucking up these levas
I don't give a fuck and I don't think I ever will
I kill for thrills, fat bills is what I'm folding
Mexican Gangster 2 the title, is the title I'm holding
Scolding all these fools, simon I'm controlling my city
All these vatos wanting pero they know they can't hang with me
Shoot me, that's what you want to do man
But if you shoot at me, you best believe I'm gonna shoot you too man
Going insane when I click, click, click
Cuz I'm that crazy Hispanic, I'm the Mexican Gangster

Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD
San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit

Rollin down da calle in my rag four
Checkin out some hynas got a fifty dollar pore
Went to da park to hit da juice
Crazy homies out there waitin to get loose
A ranfla pulls up , who can that be?
It was crazy ass Danger throwin up da 1-3
He rolled down his window and started to say
"It's all about crazy South Central L.A."

Chorus:
Cuz da vatos in da barrio are always hard
You come talkin that shit we'll go and pull ur card
And nothin in life but da crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us cuz we let nada slide

South Central's in da house

Loco triggers down da block to give me da glock
He said Crazy Speedy was a friend of mine
Till i cought him in my Chevy tryin to steal da Alpine
Chase him up da calle to call a truce
Da silly pendejo pulled out a duece-duece
Little did he know i had a sawed off twelve gage
One puto dead , LA Times front page

Chorus:

Bored as fuck and i wanna get high
So i drve to da hood and da crazy Eastside
Da homies out there making that dollar
I pulled in my rag-top Impala
They gave me a Corona and i started drinking
And from da pisto my breath started stinking
Left to get my hyna to rock that body
Before i left i hit da Bacardi
Ride to her chaca , so i walked in da pack
My hyna tripped out and she got me mad
She said something that i couldn't believe
Sayin shit like all i wanna do is hit
Started talking shit , wouldn't you know
Jumped back like Chavez , punched da hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So i gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass out

Chorus:

I'm rollinhard , and down da street i go
I ran a stop light and hit a fucking pole
I looked at my ranfla and i said "chingao"
I'm not Eazy-E and i can't buy another
Walkin home i see the g-ride
Now Lazy's drivin Feelo on the side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
An undercover crash in da dark gree Nova
Feelo got beat for resisting arrest
He slapped the pig in da head for dissin dos-uno-tres
Now da homies locked up for puttin up a fight
First strike on their ass , now they're lookin at life

Chorus:

I went to get them out but there was no bail
Da homies stuck some putos in da county jail
Two weeks later in Municipal Court
Crazy, Feelo, Antrow, Mad Dog, and Hardcore
Fuckin up da court said da judge
On a double life sentence, my homies didn't budge
Baliff walked over to lock them up
The homies looked and grinned and didn't give a fuck
They yelled out their hood and tried to run
Lazy hit da pig and Feelo went for da gun
With shackles on their feet and chains around their waist
The homies fucked up, now they got a new case

Chorus:

Leva, leva, leva, leva
Leva, leva, leva, leva

[Triple C]
You better run for cover muthafucker's and think of something fast
Before you end up just another bitch that couldn't last
Ain't no guage to be played unless you ready for some combat
It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped
Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun
Got me hopin' and prayin', that I don't end up the next one
Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down
Didn't chu know this little motherfucker ain't afraid to unload
Dumpin' shell's all over the street, steady servin' heat
Turn on the only soldiers just standin' on my feet
I'm really tryna make this situation very clear
Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear
Now we can handle this confertation, any way you want
Just as long you don't act like a bitch, or a cunt
I must admit that some try look at me no respect
For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life
Cause we just might have to take it
Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case
Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place
Ready to rumble, return the game, ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

[Triple C]
A rough motherfucker from '75
A down ass mexican, I'm still alive
Corazon in the heart is still muthafucka
Flowin' on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine
I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time
We won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherfuckin T
Another mission so I'm on the run, the one I got
But I had to take your life with a gun, killin' motherfuckers
Just same ol' thang, if I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway
From a gangbang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a good slang
Who of my partna's gonna die next, either torcherd in hell
As if they havin' a rest

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

[Lil' Rob]
Lil' Rob comin' back to huantcha, what you got uh
Say about what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me, bullshitin' me
I can give a fuck about your vida, your better believe
You'll meet, the nine millimeter, so be a, walkin' dead man
Until I arrive cap stinging your ass
Like you were playin' with a bee hive
Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder
When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh
Tried to think about somethin' else, but I see the, murderin' you
What kind of mother fuck her self, and I don't think it's time
For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite
Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die
Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the fuckin' bombs on you
But what the fuck you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the fuckin' baddest
Mexicano with the baddest, leavin' you leva's in a casket

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

Leva, leva, leva, leva
Leva, leva, leva, leva

[Lil Sicko]
As I pull out the strap and get ready to kill
Seeing you on the floor, is my big fucking thrill
Trying to kill me again, HA, don't make me laugh
What made your ass think that our business would last?
Trying to fuck with my money, when I treated you cool
But you didn't know your fuckin' with this crazy ass fool
18 years old, and a baller for life
Never forget that night, that I fucked your wife
Trust a g with my kilo, I gave you stack's of c-notes
Pimped road in the lex, then we lounged on speed road
When you needed some men, you knew I was always there
And you needed days off, but I really didn't care
We came really tight, and I had you around
To the fuckin' day, I was missin' a pound
Fucking bitch thought I was a clown
Then turn around, pop goes the strap, and your body was found

Chorus:
See I lost one, and you found one
Now they knowing your a bitch
Because you caught one
Now I'm knowing that you won't forget this (why)
That's what you get, for fuckin' with my bizzness

[Lil Blacky]
When we were youngster's, we would fight over the same girl
She had some juicy lips in a sparkle of a plural
I like her lot, but she wanted from me
Is a year older, you always have more chances then me
But I was in a raza, and I had a lotta ridges
Always taken back with three, four, or five bitches
But I got stuck, with an old ass hag
That was gettin' very ugly, and always on her rag
And you a guy, you was so tough
Kick it back with your lady, but you ain't even crazy
Now your jealous, and I'm winnin' this game
I'm a playa for life, and Imma push you in shame
Who da blame but your self, through sickness and in wealth
This I will tell, now tell me what the hell

Now what?...Fuckin' bitch
Lil Sicko, Lil Blacky, Hectic one doing this shit

Chorus 2x

[Hectic]
You fucked up, when you turned on me
Became a rata, now your d-i-e
We pulled mission's and always got away
Makin' stack's of bill's, that will make our day
We split it, and we made a profit
No one ever stopped it, why you fuckin' jockin'?
It's me? the one and only Hectic
Sit back, respect it, as I fuckin' wreck it
Muthafucker

Chorus 4x

ey this one goes out to my raza on the
Eastside, Westside, Northside, And SouthSide
i wear a brown bandana homeboy, representing brown pride

you’ve never met me so why in the fuck would i have a problem with you?
but if we do i guess we gotta do what we gotta do, shit
other than that im cool.
tu sabes ese im not trying to be somethin im not
aint got nothin to lose, there be nothin i got
im takin with me when i rest in peace in my life
lately i've been thinkin alot, drinkin alot,
even gave tweakin a thought, i keep with the pot
sleepin alot, wake up confused,
i dont even know if its the weekend or not

Chorus:
it's been a looooong, long, long tiiiiiime,
but, im still here, (im still here) (im still here)
(yes i am)

and i looooove to be around,
through all the blood sweat and tears, (im still here) (im still here)
yes i am

i smoke weed to get me by, why lie
i smoke weed to get me high, so high
primed rhymes, tight rhymes, lowriders
beautiful women, and high times
the ages of street perceptions
perfect fix to get you back in the mix
little homie kickin back on the street corner
packin a 6, and a glock, with pits, and kids of those that get rich
aint that a bitch, little homie, has no clue, what else to do?
got kicked outta school, but me too, but who knew?
i’d be writing rhymes to get me through? but its cool.
It a lot of hard work, not to mention,
a lot of blood sweat and tears,
it didn’t happen over night, the first time I picked up the mic,
its been over 15 years, and im still here.

Chorus:
it's been a looooong, long, long tiiiiiime,
but, im still here, (im still here) (im still here)
(yes i am)

and i looove to be around,
through all the blood sweat and tears, (im still here) (im still here)
yes i am

im still around, still putting it down,
shit I aint goin no where,
ese Lil Rob’s back, continue to make that Neighborhood Music,
as long as your there,
something to play loud, be proud of,
something to bump, to get drunk to,
something to fuck to, make love to,
even gotta little sumthin for the clubs too
bumpin all this feel good music,
real good music, real hood music,
either you respect that or you can step back,
cuz I wont let that be a set back, I meant that,
simon I tried, cant deny, maybe even died inside,
people say I died, but they lied, but when I do die,
they can say I died with BROWN PRIDE

Chorus:
it's been a looooong, long, long tiiiiiime,
but, im still here, (im still here) (im still here)
(yes i am)

and i looove to be around,
through all the blood sweat and tears, (im still here) (im still here)
yes i am

I want you to sit back, close your eyes
And think about all those wonderful times that we used to have here
Now I know things aren't the way they use to be right now
But they are going to get better some day
And I know that...
Ever since I was about 12 that's when they documented me
A gang member let me tell you my autobiography
Ay I can't let it to be frenetic, it must have been genetic
To get in trouble with the law take when I break
I'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use to look at us all
Funny and strange, cause my pants was bigger then theirs
But now they all wear them the same
I used to get jealous, wondering why I didn't have the same rights
Is it because I'm running up and down, eating Menudo, frijoles and rice?
Someone explain to me, all of this insanity
I'm not understanding you, never understanding me
When a minority, gets their priorities straight
We become the majority, inflate
Incredible rate, controlling our fate
Controlling our states, and I can't wait
Remember you told me I would never amount to anything
That I'll probably be on the streets sellin mota or methamphetamines
So what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit outta my life
You'd do the same thing homie if you were stuck
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
And I remember kicking under the street lamps, smokin a J
Hearing my Homie say, Homie pass the joint this way
And this was everyday and every night was the same
We didn't call each other by our first or last, but by nicknames
Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a few
One passed away, rest in peace
The others locked away in prison blues
One of the things we use to do
Can't nobody take it away from us
We used to live life dangerous, time flew away like angel dust
Never known as presentado levas
Stay away from metiches, and chepas
Talking mentiras, cause they can't beat us
Mira Lil' Rob on his lowrider bicicleta
Looking for muñecas, beautiful like aztecas
But when it comes to love, before the agony for the ecstacy
What comes around goes around
So baby don't mess with me don't be testing me
Cause Lil' Rob be one of a kind original individual
Unforgettable memorable indelible incredible inferable
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
Give all of my love to mi madre padre brother and sister
And all of my sangre
Enemies? Chale me vale verga estas afuera mirando padentro
You wanna come in but you can't
Cause we're not in love with no mensos
Figuring it out like a pencil
Treat one like a stencil
Just when you think you've got a grip on life
That's when you let go, ready set go
It's a race to the finish and only the best gonna win this
And I'm prepared to take it to outer limits or until it's finished business
What is this? Gente becoming witnesses
I don't know nothing, I don't hear nothing, I don't see nothing
Something I learned as a kid
Along with respect those who respect you
Forget about the ones that will forget about you
My recollection is a collection of a big section of mi vida
Memories I need ya, like a junky needs his chiba
I wish that I could go back and do it all over again
But I know that that ain't happening, so I sit remembering
And I remember, when times was easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them. (And had to have them)
And I remember! (Remember x3)
Remembering the things we used to do
The places we used to go
I remember, remember

[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell us some of the rumors that have emerged since the release
Of that album, and some of the things you've been through

[Lil' Rob]
Well let me put it like this all these fools talking shit all the time
I was 16 with the bullet, representing the 619
But these fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to make it
And so they'd rather hate it because they just can't fade it
Gang related, situated, now I'm back
These putos talking smack, but I kind of like that in a way
And one day I might say they're the ones who helped me do this
Had it in me all the time and I knew this, I'm still foolish
Fools are clueless to what I can do with my ability
Thought of myself as a cholo not a real MC
So I did what I did and I'm so glad that I did it
Because it put some chips in my pocket when I'm finished
Using words like "simon" and "leva"
People try to put me down but end up floating down the river
See I told you twice before, but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine

[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All these fucking fools can talk all the fucking shit about me
Cuz I could give a fuck, you know what I mean
This proves I'm above their level, you know

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?

[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those punk who try and diss me
Talking mad shit, cuz they miss me, remenice me
Because they used to talk head about my rhymes
And when they heard me on the radio they request it till I die
Must admit that I love you capping lips
Cuz it makes me rap my rolas and my music, stack my chips
This is Shadow the crazy vato them fools want to battle
Then they end up on the gravel when they act like hoes and tattle
Now why would you want part of this truthfulness
Don't get caught up in the mix
Cuz I hate them phony putos dippin all up in my business
Ese gotta hit the street for all them fools that player-hate
Cuz ain't no bunch of chavalas stopping me from making bank
I need to take it to make it, like laws I break it unfaded
I'll be remaining like Satan, I'm serving hate to those who perpertrating

[Mr. Shadow]
That's pretty much how I feel
So I tell them haters you can only witness what you see
Not the things you hear
Remember that

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

[Steve Austin]
Since we're talking about rumors
I heard Lil' Rob and Shadow weren't always the best of friends
So Shadow can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really going on?

[Mr. Shadow]
Simon we had some problems but like adults we had to squash it
We formed the Mayhem Click (Why?) cuz everybody wants it
The badest motherfuckers nowtogether no one's ever gonna intimidate us
Just imitate us, player-hate us
Don't bother vandalising anything we do
Cuz the shit we kick is tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob making heads bob and it don't stop
Cuz we're bound to keep on flowing till you see our caskets drop

[Lil' Rob]
It's that one little cholo back before I go
Just thought I'd let you know that you can never stop my flow
So I suggest you put that shit to rest, quit talking all that mess
You're just talking about the best and you're just wasting your breath
As I sit here, thinking never thought it would be you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off the bitch list)

[Mr. Shadow]
So now you know where we're coming from
And with that, it concludes our story for today
I hope you motherfuckers learned your leason
And learned how to keep your fucking trap shut
And quit spreading rumors that aren't true
Cuz that shit be getting motherfuckers in trouble
And believe me you don't want part of that
You don't want none of this Mayhem Click
And we're out

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people

[Devil]
Hello my children, hahahaha, gather 'round
I got somethin' that I wanna say to you
I think it's about time we over come these fucked up world
And make the real hell on Earth, hahaha
So listen up, get any motherfucker that you can
And bring him back, haha, yeah

[Mr. Shadow]
If your ass wants to live another day
Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay
Bring it on all my foes
Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas
Like told shove em all in holes
Like a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories tie
I can hear the cries I can hear when you bring it with more jealousy
I give a bullet and begin to do the fool like I do that vatos mine
To the night with a sight when
I look the moon is full and get tool and look for my foe
Got that five footed star on my chest so you know what I'm searching for
Murder you heard of me makin it dark like an eclipse
Like "Tales From the Crypt" I come equipped with the triple six
And I'm bound to get sick
It's The evilest lyricist bringing this wickedness nemisis
Giant on my premisis witnessin part like the Exorcist
Cause I'm comin to get em like every day
You run and you can hide but you won't get away
It's the game that I play like the Ouija board
You can't see me but you will believe me, and need me
If you look a little closer you will see The Shadow of a demon appearin
I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do
And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my spell on you
The evilness just fell on you and I'm the perfect fool to wish HELL ON YOU

[Demon Voices]
Tonight, of course, 781 thru your area
You know it's gonna happen tonight
But of course, 781 to your area

[Lil'' Rob]
Creepin up on your ass you won't even see or hear me coming
Be running I'm becoming something evil fuck people fuck sequals
Got to get the murder done now, all I see is the fear in your eyes
The tear in your eyes, you're terrorized
Don't be surprised, I see my reflection like a mirror in your eyes
Every thing gots a price, but you got a price to pay
You sold your life away, and so I slice away
Dealin with your life I took your strap, your price is right
Could tonight be the night that I feel some thing come over me
I don't know what it is with a devilish grin
Foes and friend and bloody sin
Don't know when it's gonna end
Just like a puppet on a string he be controlin me
I try to be cutting those string but like smokey he gots a hold on me

[Devil's Voice]
Thats the fool that rolled on you
Thats the fool that stoled on you
What the fuck you gonna do
Fuck it I'll do it for you

[Lil'' Rob]
I'm having a conversation with somebody whos not even there
Hearin the voices inside my head saying you'll get no where if you care
I be the Lil'' Rob going insane when he calls me name
I'm hearing voices in my head and every night I do what it says

[Demon Voices]
Lil'' Rob... tonight is the night
I better listen to my master
It's good bye, tonight is your night
You should of never messed with me
Never mess with me, maricon

[Lil'' Rob]
It's the satanical, magical Lil'' Rob and The Shadow
We're coming at you like horns my mother regrets I was born
And I know you like it like porn treat the streets like whores leave em torn
In drop my rhymes like the storm when it rains it pours
I take form and I...
Hit the streets looking all nice and neat top fully creased
One hell of a looking beat the least of my feats from west to east
From north and south not knowing what it's all about top me on scout
Looking for my new recruits to follow my foot steps down my route
If you're not in you're out, to know what I'm feeling
I'm beggin you to stay and if you wanna come play
But if not your better pray cause I'm coming your way
TRUCHA

[Mr. Shadow]
Crimes pays when ever the fuck I inflict pain with pick
And I'm coming to stick you let satan be with you
Nobody will probably miss you when I diss you
If you want to fuck around with these two bald headed mothafuckas
That'll leave you in the mist when I clutch my fist
I'm pist you missed Apocalypse, I can't resist the bloodyness
The mess ain't over on 31st of October, I toldcha
The Virgin Mary won't hold, I'll scoldcha and moldcha into a deamon screamin
I'm leavin you sufferin wonderin why
I have a tail a pair of horns and glowin eyes
Baptisted in boiling water fuck the father I fucked his daughter
I got her under my wing, it ain't no thing now let the Devil sing

[Devil]
I'm back
So now you know that you're gonna fuckin burn in hell
Tell what you think then I will meet you at the crossroads, yeah

What's up
I think I saw him standing over there just a minute ago
Who?
Lil' Rob, he's pretty bad on the mic you know

Lil' Rob, Lil' Rob
It's the wickie wicked

Putos step and trip, I rip em up from the heart to the brain
I remain the same, and I won't change
You can't stop this so stop this nonsense
People got this because they want this
Little cholo, oh no, Lil' Rob coming with my stylo my
Lyrics are like the bullets out of a cuete, time to reload
And make sure I never run out of ammunition til I finish my mission
Fix all the mistakes that these putos make, oh man grow up
Shutting doors in your face so that you can't blow up
Do you know who you're fucking with? Lil' Rob con coneta neta
Leva you can bet your butt I'm down
Little vatos follow as I lead the way
And I say no to the paros that you need some day
Never fuck with the calm one, the one that likes to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wickie wickie wickie wicked

Yea, that's the way to do it
It's the wickie wicked
Oh yea, that's the way to do it
It's the wickie wicked

Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)

I take the negative and turn it into positive energy
The people in my memory remember me
It'll never be the way you want it to be
It's not in my destiny, don't mess with me, you envy me, offending me, I'll let it be
Can it be I be the only one who knows the rules
All these people yapping wanna meet their end too
But it won't happen cuz I know you lose respect when you talk pedo
Report the detho, chinga tu respecto porque no lo quiero
No necesito suavecito es mi stylo
Keeping the smooth ambitions, like a genie I grant wishes
Stop, look and listen to the magician
I got more tricks up my sleeve than I need
Hocus pocus, abracadabra my lyrics'll grab ya
And make you press rewind more than a couple of times
Where the fuck do I reside (wickie wicked 619)
It's no thing, they want to kick it, the one keeping them sick and twisted
Lil' Rob, the sly, the slick, the wickie wickie wickie wicked

Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)

It's the Satanical, magical, Lil' Rob from the battle
I'm coming at you with horns, make you regret I was born
And I know you like it like porn, sweep the streets like I'm evil torn
And I drop my rhymes like a storm on their brains I take form
I just be the baddest you see representing city, it's the invisible
Fool you can't see me cuz I be extraordinary
And I hold my own manuscript to all of the shit that I kick
But ever since I was born I was diagnosed to be sick
Whew, oh man take a breather, and one more thing before I leave ya
Suprised that I'm back? Of course you where
I'm the torturor, Lil' Rob the Mexicano sorceror

Lil' Rob has come to town to see who he could rock
He blew away all the crew he faced even when he reached our block
He's the wickie wicked

Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)

Yea, I told you he was bad on the mic man
You should've believed me when I said that he was bad
Lil' Rob, 1998
And who has the last laugh now

(Lil Rob)
Hey whats happenin homeboy
Heres a little remix
For you to ball
With my homboy Spanish Fly
And my homeboy Mr. Sancho
As if u didn't know
This is Lil rob, pullin it down
Low Profile style, thats right!
Check this out

Lil Rob, kickin back with my homeboy Manny Yac gettin on my yac
Tell me where da ladies at
And where the little robbin, many yappin yac
Plus i got the Yerba the Yesca or whatever you want to call it
Can't get enough of this stuff
Lil Rob being a marijuana holic
Cuz theres trouble everywhere we go
Wanna stare then
Then we go
Hinas like to follow mi carro
Girl, baby let me take you home tomorrow
I promise i'm on this
Hold you like no jales
Don't act like you don't know porque baby tu sabes
I rather smoke a joint then spending half an hour trying to prove my point
Rather go get wasted
Then sit back and have my time wasted
If you didn't know
Now you know
Just how we do it
Its Lil Rob and Manny Yac poppin off like a bullet

*(chorus)
heyyy ladyyy..heyyy ladyyy....heyyy ladyyy
heyyy ladyyy..heyyy ladyyy...heyyy ladyy
heyyy laddyy

(Lil Rob)
Time after time
Place after place
All ya vatos better find myself and embrace
Slide into discussion
Got under concussion
Now its time for you to see my repercussion
Up in this vida
Smokin canabasativa
With this beautiful morenita
Now vente, sientate arriba
Chiquita que bonita estas
Dejame verte por atras
Te abraso de los lados
Te agarro de las manos porque sabes que quiero mas
Volteate, agachate
Habre la boca y agarrate
Yo termino disparandote
Y luego terminas limpiandote
Un tragito de pisto chiquito
Me quiero emborachar poquito
Agarro un poquito pisto
Estoy listo para tomar contigo
Me sube la nube
Y sabes que supe
Que estaba con Lupe
Y ganas le puse
Pero no
Me gusto
So I won't go back for more

*(chorus)*

(Spanish Fly)
Swing and take a sip
Never slip
Always trippin and dippin
Always smokin and choking and crunckin and poking your girl
Control the runnin will have another joint
And put it up
So what the fuck where here for?
Whats the beer for?
Its the 2 tripple O
Here SOLO
Low Profile is here
OH NO!!!
Whatch when i come up
When i buck up
I don't give a fuck
I'll keep you in a truck
Keep on rollin down the street
And tell your bodies
Dirtin and flowin in the creek
Never will the cops see
Who will see?
Just another victim of society
Fuckin around with me
I'll leave your ass 6 ft. under the D-I-R-T

*(chorus)*

Your marijuana dreamer
Floating in endless night of
Unfulfilled Fantasies..

*lighter sparking up*
*inhale, cough*

{Lil' Rob speaking}
What's up?
Lil' Rob
Back on my own
The way it should be
The only way that it can be
Let's take to the sky

{Lil' Rob}
Pack my pipa full of grieffa
Just like my woman
I could never leave her, cheat her, need her
So I take a puff and another puff
Exhale, then I take a breather
Cause I'll take my time and do it right
I know where I'll be tonight
Clouding the night in my mind
Feelin' fine, this is mine
You wanna get high?
Well come back another time
When you really want to fly
Cause I plan to take it to the point
Where I don't know my name
Won't even know where I'm at
But want to come back
To this place, where I sit
Rather your lips will take a hit
Prepare for lick, bring the pipe
Or a spliff I hit is swiff
God's gift, to this world, got me in a twirl
In a whirl, everything I see is plural
I'm just blazing, hallucinating
And I can't lie, smoking crepa chocolate tie
Lemon teardrops falling from my eye
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

{chorus}
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

{Lil' Rob}
I can smoke it on my own
Never leave me alone
I'm in my zone
Stoned to the bone
Me in the dark, sittin' in the park
Forgettin' everything that hurts my heart
So I spark another joan, what's the poem?
Escape from reality, into a fantasy
That's sexuality, feel the passion
When the smoke is passin'
Everlastin' type of bud
When I smoke my buds
Takes me to a place
Smile upon my face
Cause she sets me free
From the things I see
Let me be somebody, hear my plea
It's only me, I'd rather be lonely
Roll it on my own, cause I hold my own
Toke it on my own, used to think of dyin'
Now I think of flyin', like I've never flown
Spread my wings and fly, Why lie?
It's something that I can't deny
Take to the sky, on my natural high
Till the day I die

{chorus}
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

{Lil' Rob}
Life is like a maze
Gots me in a craze
So I hide away in marijuanas maze
Change my evil ways
Stay half day
Captured in the rapture
Love the way she plays
Gots me feelin' very loose
Dizziness, love it when I feel like this
I'm real like this, smokin' all this flavored shit
It's time to call it quits
But once again my lighter flicks
And I take another puff
Just can't get enough
Of this happiness
Smoking canibus
Devotion to my potent potions
What I've chosen, love it when my time is frozen
Gots me in that motion, like I'm close to floatin'
Takin' to the sky, when I want to fly
And I'm sittin' on my cloud, like Joe Buton
Don't stop now, la grafepa gone, and I'm gone
It's the wicked, slicked, slide, type a guy
With, it's something that you can't deny
Take to the sky, on your natural high
Till the day you die

{chorus}
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

Ooooo
Lil' Rob
Roll me another, mmmmm
Feels so good up in my chest
No stress
When I'm smoking on Maryjane
Ooooo, she's callin' my name
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take to the sky

{chorus}
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky, of the natural high
Loving you more

Take to the sky, yea