(Lil` Rob)
Wacha, there`s a difference between fact and fiction
Pay close attention, do more than listen
Hear what I`m telling you all these vatos be telling it
Claiming that they be having it
But really they ain`t having shit
Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit
Keep talking shit bitch that`s what your skill is
Fools are ridiculous just don`t know when to quit
Can`t spit like I can spit straight up immaculate
Talented handle it Simon ey I`m a man that did
Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin
Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican
From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns
Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali
Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one
You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac
Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap
(Lil` Rob)(Chorus)
Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don`t know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it
I`m keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid.
Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese
A lot of you vatos don`t know how it feels to keep it
real ese I do what I do when I do it
I`m keeping it real when I do it
Unlike you did, I don`t wanna do what you did stupid
(Lil` Rob)
A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme
and to Hit the ol` drawing board and take some more time for real
Homeboy I ain`t never heard nothing weaker
I can`t believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker
Its like who heard you and told you that you were good?
They lied to you, you can`t rap but they said you could
Why, would they do that, now look what they done did
Made a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kid
I know where I`m from, I know what I`ve done
I know what it takes to be number one
You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the
Dime Your questioning, I`m answering before your asking it
I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I`m backing
It I`m backin it, while you`re a lying fucking sack of shit
Chronic shit? Got a big ol` fluffy fuckin sack of it
It`s no accident when I`m packing it, relaxing it,
kicking back and shit I loss my mind,
I loss the time where`d it go
I don`t know, lost track of it
(Chorus)
(Lil` Rob)
San Diego, city I was brought up in
Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin
I`m getting numbers while I`m dragging bumpers
Scraping it up, Juice, I think I`ve got more than
Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never
Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic
Sabes Que? I`m sick of the mic, I`m sic on the mic
Your sounding like a bitch on the mic
I`m sick of my life and still kick the shit that you
Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it
Tonight I`m tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a
Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight
I`m going out of my head like little Anthony
Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow
Weeping like a willow it`s Lil` Rob esse breaking it
Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed
(Chorus)
