Lil' Rob

Lil' Rob - Microphone Rippin

rate me

Hey man

Hey, turn me up in the headphones

I gotta feel this shit right here, man

Hey Nasty, drop that beat, bro


That's right

That sounds good now

Hell yeah

Hey, check this out (Simon)

Ay chiggy-check it, I'm a wreck it for the homeboys, man (That's right)

But that's alright because

That's exactly what I am (That's what I am)

They say my thang is

Something they can't understand, ni modo

I don't wanna sound like no other man

I'm original, when most are fictional (Yeah)

I smokin' on the

Weed, with no seeds, I'm sick with it, this medical

I wear my Khakis with the cuff and the crease

And rather

Die on my feet than

Live on my knees

Please (Please)

I'm colder than zero degrees (Yeah)

And I got more shine than my thirteen inch D's

Dump the back corner, 63 on three

Lil' Rob the Chicano on the T-O-P (Lil' Rob, yeah)

I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' (Uh hun)

Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' (Yeah, come on)

I'm on the creep, ain't got time for sleep

Only got time to rob this beat and get it back to the street

I continue my flippin', microphone rippin'

Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin'

63 dippin', beautiful women

You thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine


I don't know what you thought, or what the fuck you thought I was (What you thought I was)

When I heard you

I thought that I come back just because

For the fuck of it

For the love of it

My musica's

A droga, mi vida loca, and I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough)

I ain't goin' nowhere, you fuckin' vatos must be crazy

I'll be scraping down the calles in my six-three, you can't miss me (Hey, you can't miss me)

Might have the homies, or a couple heinas with me

If the

Shoe fits, wear it, and these zapatos fit me (Yeah)

And it sure feel good just like they should (Like they should)

Have a brand new pair of

White on white

Nike Cortez's stompin' through the hood

Soy Chicano, controllamos este ano

They can't handle the truth because the truth is hard to swallow

Like a jalo

Vatos, they get malo (They get malo)

You're barkin' up the wrong tree, please swing like a chango (Like a chango)

And get your ass back in your caro

We live for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow

I heard

They tryin' to make a comeback, well, fuck that (Fuck that)

Heard you wanna

Do what I do, guess what, I've, been there and done that (Been there and done that)

And I'm a keep it goin', ain't no slowin' me down

I'm holdin' it down like a switch when I drop my ride to the ground (That's right)

I kick a sample, then I chop it, put some money in my pocket (Yeah)

I call it feria, get it for flowin' like a faucet (That's right)

Some people say I've lost it

But you know I'm still sick

It's a keeper, so I'm keeping some of that shit you hit the streets with

That's bumpin'

When you're only somethin' next to nothin'

Shit, you better watch (Yeah)

Who you fucking with (Watch who you fucking with, man)

I'll cut you off like a DJ when he cuts it quick

One time is one time too many, you fuck up, that's it

You done with

You're just another rapper to have fun with

That doesn't do much

For all them rappers that you run with

Cause you are who you hang with

La ultima risas mia

Even laughin' in my other language (That's right)

That's right

It's ya homeboy Ese Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob)

Doce diez y ocho (That's right, Twelve Eighteen)

Shoutouts to all my fans, man, for Califas (Yeah)

To Pheonix (Vegas)

To El Paso (That's right)

Burque (Uh hun)

That's right

H-Town puts it down (That's right)

For the west coast

My homies in Colorado, man (To the east coast)

Up in (?)

You know what what I mean

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