Lil' Rob - Microphone Rippin Lyrics
[Lil' Rob:]Hey manHey, turn me up in the headphonesI gotta feel this shit right here, manHey Nasty, drop that beat, broYeahThat's rightThat sounds good nowHell yeahHey, check this out (Simon)[Verse 1:]Ay chiggy-check it, I'm a wreck it for the homeboys, man (That's right)But that's alright becauseThat's exactly what I am (That's what I am)They say my thang isSomething they can't understand, ni modoI don't wanna sound like no other manI'm original, when most are fictional (Yeah)I smokin' on theWeed, with no seeds, I'm sick with it, this medical [inhale]I wear my Khakis with the cuff and the crease [coughing]And ratherDie on my feet thanLive on my kneesPlease (Please)I'm colder than zero degrees (Yeah)And I got more shine than my thirteen inch D'sDump the back corner, 63 on threeLil' Rob the Chicano on the T-O-P (Lil' Rob, yeah)I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' (Uh hun)Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' (Yeah, come on)I'm on the creep, ain't got time for sleepOnly got time to rob this beat and get it back to the street[Chorus: Lil' Rob]I continue my flippin', microphone rippin'Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin'63 dippin', beautiful womenYou thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine[Chorus][Verse 2:]LookI don't know what you thought, or what the ***** you thought I was (What you thought I was)When I heard youI thought that I come back just becauseFor the ***** of itFor the love of itMy musica'sA droga, mi vida loca, and I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough)I ain't goin' nowhere, you *****in' vatos must be crazyI'll be scraping down the calles in my six-three, you can't miss me (Hey, you can't miss me)Might have the homies, or a couple heinas with meIf theShoe fits, wear it, and these zapatos fit me (Yeah)And it sure feel good just like they should (Like they should)Have a brand new pair ofWhite on whiteNike Cortez's stompin' through the hoodSoy Chicano, controllamos este anoThey can't handle the truth because the truth is hard to swallowLike a jaloVatos, they get malo (They get malo)You're barkin' up the wrong tree, please swing like a chango (Like a chango)And get your ass back in your caroWe live for today, don't give a ***** about tomorrow[Chorus x2][Verse 3:]I heardThey tryin' to make a comeback, well, ***** that (***** that)Heard you wannaDo what I do, guess what, I've, been there and done that (Been there and done that)And I'm a keep it goin', ain't no slowin' me downI'm holdin' it down like a switch when I drop my ride to the ground (That's right)I kick a sample, then I chop it, put some money in my pocket (Yeah)I call it feria, get it for flowin' like a faucet (That's right)Some people say I've lost itBut you know I'm still sickIt's a keeper, so I'm keeping some of that shit you hit the streets withThat's bumpin'When you're only somethin' next to nothin'Shit, you better watch (Yeah)Who you *****ing with (Watch who you *****ing with, man)I'll cut you off like a DJ when he cuts it quickOne time is one time too many, you ***** up, that's itYou done withYou're just another rapper to have fun withThat doesn't do muchFor all them rappers that you run withCause you are who you hang withLa ultima risas miaEven laughin' in my other language (That's right)[Chorus x2][Lil' Rob:]That's rightIt's ya homeboy Ese Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob)Doce diez y ocho (That's right, Twelve Eighteen)Shoutouts to all my fans, man, for Califas (Yeah)To Pheonix (Vegas)To El Paso (That's right)Burque (Uh hun)That's rightH-Town puts it down (That's right)For the west coastMy homies in Colorado, man (To the east coast)Up in (?)You know what what I mean
