Lil' Rob - Hard Times Lyrics
(feat. Slow Pain, Ese Daz & 1 Down)[Verse: Slow Pain]Born in the hood, I'm a O.G. gangstaMy Poppa Was A Rolling Stone, rock-n-roll gangstaThere's a war on the streetsLike the war in IraqViva la raza, bring our gente backHard time on the front line, A.K.'s and tech ninesSoldiers comin' homeHalf dead and half blindDiein' for what?I'm a drug causeSix hundred and seventy, 'round soldiers lostThat's some bullshitLike the war on the streetsYoung ones diein' over some twenty year old beefCholo shot back, hood's still up to no goodNow he's doing 25 up in the real hoodLife in the penWith no real friendsJust shut the ***** up and cough for the menRaza, wake upIt's my jobSlow Pain, the O.G., with the homie Lil Rob[Lil Rob:]Man, I know this vato talkin' this and thatAbout where he from, and about where he's atHow gangster he is, and how he's bustin' capYou need to kick back, homie, just relaxAnd take a chill pill, for real, pull down the steelAnd put ya fists up, when it's time to get, I'llThe grill from the chest, mano a manoSomos ChicanosSomos hermanos[Down:]What up, loco, it's the real O.G.Lil Rob got my back, when I'm ballin' in the S.D.Packin' a chromeI'm a sign like a cellphoneLoc'ed After Dark like the homie Tone LocBangBangAnd I burn rubberTrey sit back to a stolen HummerWhen I'm dippin' outIn my brown ImpalaThe brown super hero, hold it down for the razaYeah[Ese Daz:]YeahTo all the soldiers livin' hard timesMy heart goes outThat's why I write linesFrom the cora, hunWe speak ahoraAnd drop those gangsta hits we call rolasThis is for the homies and for the cholasYou know Mexicanos got the chrome pistolasIt's all about the greenThe whiteThe redThis Mexicano sets the west coast trend[Lil Rob:]Hey, what's happenin', manIt's ya homeboy Ese Lil RobThat's rightThanks for pickin' up the MextapeTwelve Eighteen UncutFor the streetsFor the CallesThat's rightPut it down for the brown side of townThat's rightI say what's up to everybody out there, doin' they thang
