paroles de chanson Somethin' 2 Relate 2 - Lil Rob
Orale
What's
up
man
Back
once
again
Giving
you
somthing
to
relate
to
I'm
kicking
back
at
my
pad
Getting
it
through
with
my
familia
otra
ves
It's
time
to
bail
out
and
get
out
of
this
mess
So
they
don't
really
like
my
ways
And
they
don't
really
give
a
damn
about
what
I
say
So
I
jump
in
the
carrucha,
keep
trucha
I'm
strolling
through
the
town
steady
scraping
the
ground
Now
I'm
lighting
up
the
area
Some
staring
at
me
suprised
I'm
still
alive
Cuz
back
in
the
day
I
got
shot
homey
Because
we
let
the
bullets
fly
But
that
don't
mean
I'll
lecture
you
how
I
almost
died
Why
did
this
chump
survive,
that's
why
I'm
still
alive
Lil'
Rob
con
trunamos
since
95
Ain't
no
stopping
me
now
Lil'
Rob
is
on
the
prowl
Don't
ask
me
how
cuz
I
don't
have
to
explain
it
Don't
ask
me
how
cuz
it's
too
complicated
For
you
uneducated
vatos
to
learn
You
try
to
creep
up
but
you
sleep
cuz
I'm
rolling
nine
deep
And
to
you
vatos
who
disrepect
me
then
want
help
from
me
You
must
be
stupid,
you're
acting
like
a
dummy
with
the
L-I-L
R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N
C-R-O-W-D
I'm
the
L-I-L
R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N
C-R-O-W-D
L-I-L
R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N
C-R-O-W-D
I'm
the
L-I-L
R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N
C-R-O-W-D
Dropping
rhymes
smoothly,
oh
man
It's
Lil'
Rob
the
vato
with
the
Brown
mind
on
his
shoulders
I've
never
done
it,
but
I've
seen
more
crytal
than
Folgers
I
guess
you
could
say
I've
got
my
choice
Either
get
messed
up
or
jumped,
or
I
pay
on
the
invoice
People
buying
up
my
vocals
Sometimes
they're
mellow
and
sometimes
they're
loco
Cruising
through
the
Eastside,
flip
it
to
the
B-side
Rolling
with
my
primo,
so
watch
the
63
glide
I've
got
my
hyna
on
the
side
of
me
She's
on
the
right
of
me,
and
she's
looking
so
damn
fine
to
me
Hey
babe,
come
a
little
closer
So
that
Lil'
Rob
can
hold
ya
As
I
drop
a
little
taste
for
my
race
Oh
yes,
she
left
the
marks
of
her
lips
on
my
face
Simon
we're
rolling,
rag-top
folding
We're
cruising
slow,
the
jura
pulled
us
over
for
being
too
low
They
never
fail
to
harrass
us
Always
pulling
us
over
never
ever
will
they
pass
us
I'm
living
life
on
the
calle
so
let
me
tell
it
If
you
don't
know
my
name
ese
then
let
me
spell
it
Hey
man,
I'm
only
twenty
Some
people
say
"Lil'
Rob
get
out
the
gang"
But
then
they
say
it
like
if
it
ain't
no
thang
But
see,
even
if
I
say
I
don't
claim
They
still
know
my
face
and
they
still
know
my
name
I
see
some
vatos
that
I
hate
But
I
won't
hit
them
up
because
I'm
trying
to
get
my
life
straight
But
they
decide
to
hit
me
up
instead
I'm
on
their
leva,
they're
the
ones
who
want
me
dead
So
um,
what
am
I
supposed
to
do?
It's
time
to
show
these
fools
In
the
crazy
life
man
their
ain't
no
rules
And
you
gotta
understand
I'm
doing
the
same
damn
thing
as
any
other
man
You
can
call
it
gang
violence
or
call
in
what
you
will
But
even
the
most
innocent
man
will
kill
Stay
still,
as
I
drop
shit
reality
All
the
gente
talking
that
petho
cuz
they
just
can't
handle
me
Because
I
speak
about
the
real,
and
how
I
feel
And
I
still
kick
back
with
the
homeboys
from
the
hood
But
to
the
Man
upstairs,
I'm
trying
to
do
good
Yeah
man,
you
gotta
understand
You
may
call
it
a
gang
thing
But
you'd
do
the
same
thing
tambien
Right,
giving
you
something
to
relate
to
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