Lil' Rob: Somethin' to relate to

OraleWhat's up manBack once againGiving you somthing to relate toI'm kicking back at my padGetting it through with my familia otra vesIt's time to bail out and get out of this messSo they don't really like my waysAnd they don't really give a damn about what I saySo I jump in the carrucha, keep truchaI'm strolling through the town steady scraping the groundNow I'm lighting up the areaSome staring at me suprised I'm still aliveCuz back in the day I got shot homeyBecause we let the bullets flyBut that don't mean I'll lecture you how I almost diedWhy did this chump survive, that's why I'm still aliveLil' Rob con trunamos since 95Ain't no stopping me nowLil' Rob is on the prowlDon't ask me how cuz I don't have to explain itDon't ask me how cuz it's too complicatedFor you uneducated vatos to learnYou try to creep up but you sleep cuz I'm rolling nine deepAnd to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from meYou must be stupid, you're acting like a dummy with the[Chorus]L-I-L R-O-BB-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-DI'm the L-I-L R-O-BB-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-DL-I-L R-O-BB-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-DI'm the L-I-L R-O-BB-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-DDropping rhymes smoothly, oh manIt's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shouldersI've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than FolgersI guess you could say I've got my choiceEither get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoicePeople buying up my vocalsSometimes they're mellow and sometimes they're locoCruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-sideRolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glideI've got my hyna on the side of meShe's on the right of me, and she's looking so damn fine to meHey babe, come a little closerSo that Lil' Rob can hold yaAs I drop a little taste for my raceOh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my faceSimon we're rolling, rag-top foldingWe're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too lowThey never fail to harrass usAlways pulling us over never ever will they pass usI'm living life on the calle so let me tell itIf you don't know my name ese then let me spell it[Chorus]Hey man, I'm only twentySome people say "Lil' Rob get out the gang"But then they say it like if it ain't no thangBut see, even if I say I don't claimThey still know my face and they still know my nameI see some vatos that I hateBut I won't hit them up because I'm trying to get my life straightBut they decide to hit me up insteadI'm on their leva, they're the ones who want me deadSo um, what am I supposed to do?It's time to show these foolsIn the crazy life man their ain't no rulesAnd you gotta understandI'm doing the same damn thing as any other manYou can call it gang violence or call in what you willBut even the most innocent man will killStay still, as I drop shit realityAll the gente talking that petho cuz they just can't handle meBecause I speak about the real, and how I feelAnd I still kick back with the homeboys from the hoodBut to the Man upstairs, I'm trying to do goodYeah man, you gotta understandYou may call it a gang thingBut you'd do the same thing tambienRight, giving you something to relate to[Chorus]