Lil' Rob - Brought Up In Small Neighborhood Lyrics
[Lil' Rob]Hey what's happening?It's your homeboy Lil' RobBack with some more shitYou know I cruise my low ridersBut I just can't find nothing to cruise to you know?What happen to the good music?All that oldies shitThis ones going out to everybody low ridingAnd need something to cruise to wacha[Lil' Rob]All you vatos take note, Lil' Rob ain't no jokeSo wacha, Jump in my six-three ImpalaPut down the top as I pull to the stopDrop, roll, never can be to lowSimon I got low riders, hundred spoke wiresWhite wall tires four pumps jumps it higherThan anything you've ever seen*****ing mean *****ing cleanCan't drive to fast or swervingSlipping and dipping, that's what we call itThat's what you do when you've got HydraulicsI sea-saw it front back side to side pancake itWe don't fake ese we just take itDon't try to jack it bullet holes in your jacketFrom my semi-automaticWhat you thought ese we ain't got no pride?Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside[Chorus]I was brought up (I was brought up)In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)Where I'm cruisin (Were I'm cruisin)My Lowride'ss looking good (My Low rides looking good)Said I was brought up (I was brought up)In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood)Where we go cruisin (Were we go cruisin)And it's all to the goodOrale, check this out[Lil' Rob]Got a Bombita, 4'9 TroqitaC-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know?Forty-five player for all my oldiesForty-five double M for all them phoniesGots corner windows and the three fiftyPedal to the metal I can take off like quicklyShit I could smoke em like my pistolaLike a Lil' Rob Rola my Troqa's the bombaNaw it aint painted, homes it's just primerBack with some thirteens and a sun visorIt still looks mean though, it still looks clean thoughSee it on the website I'm drinking with my primosw-w-w dot Lil' Rob dot com, I can cruise all dayAnd cruise all night long, from sun down til sun upI'll cruise my troqa, I'm a lowrider, I told ya, I told ya[Chorus]Simon![Lil' Rob]Got a big body, F-L-double E-T double UDouble O D 1993 caddyExtended A-Arms cause homes I play hardHop my carucha hopping down the boulevardBumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jamsRalphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bandsI'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand meThree wheel standing hopping with smooth landingsFour racks a four-ton the more bounce the more funKeeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in guaranteed to spill someI won't stop til I catch my trunk up on fireKeep on hopping till I pop a tirePass the wire, and let it be knownI'll pay the chrome bill before I pay the phoneAnd that's when you know, that you're a lowriderGot pride in my ride everybody else just admires[Chorus]
