I'm Still Riding Like That

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Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac

Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that

Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac

Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that

[Lil Rob]

This shit is easy it comes natural to me

But that's no reason for you to be an asshole to me

Just because I'm that vato that be bangin' on beats

I don't wear no jewelry that shit's too fancy for me

I just wear my t-shirt with my Davis' on

I'm drinkin' beer even when the charger game isn't on

I'ma kick back type vato but they got me on the go go

Enough to drive me loco, loco in the coco

Loco in my low-low, scrapin' because it's so low

Hyna's wanna go low meet me at the volo

We party like the raza do, don't know what else to do

Dealt with you too many times the first time that I dealt with you

More bounce than a trampoline

But I stay creased and clean

Homeboy said I couldn't rap, hasn't hurt me recently

Vato wants a piece of me

I'm the one he just can't see

Make him wish he never did 'cause it's too embarrassing

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[Lil Rob]

Lil Rob gots skills now tell me how it feels now

I'ma blow the fuck up, fucker it's for reals now

Tired of the bullshit, how long can I do this?

I been bustin' raps since I was 16 with the bullet

And the truth is, I've already done what you did

But I'm done acting young, dumb and fuckin' stupid

People talk, can't stop the talk, so I deal with it

They're still wicked mad cause I got a meal ticket

Real with it, you don't get real with it but you got skills with it

Flows so cold when you hear it you get the chills with it

Real wicked, you don't believe me take a real listen

Laughin' at them foo's that're dissin'

On a mission, mission impossible

Impossible for me to fall down to where your level is

Like dogs they think like lil kids

Paid my dues, paid my debt, silence is kept just like respect

What you expect from this vato? I'm bangin quatros

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[Lil Rob]

Stop at St. Marco's for some tacos and some nachos

I got it it's on me, ey whatchu want holmes?

My raps are poppin' homeboy like my glock goes

Got my people yellin' gritos like my block goes

Homie hookin' up shows so I rocked those

People didn't believe so I shocked those

Where'd all these people come from? They're from the barrio

Here to represent their lil homeboy on the radio

Que onda holmes, writin' lyrics when I'm home alone

Roll a leno I'll get stoned alone Ese

Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac

with lots of chrome and the chrome microphone

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