Lil' Rob - Still Smokin - Supermix Part 1 Lyrics
This is the MCI operatorI have a collect call from..DREAMERWho is an inmate in a California State prisonTo accept charges press 5 now {beep}Your call is being connectedThank you for using MCIESE, CHOLO![Butt-head]heh heh he?Who?Damn't, for the last timeThere aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone}[Lil' Rob]It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-NBack with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear againBecause you can't get enough of the Brown CrowdThat is so rough and so toughCrazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm throughWhen I rewind a verseSo you could go ahead and try to put me downBut I was told don't let no one get you downAnd never wear a frownIt's Lil'' Rob the Chicano and proud oneCompetition none {beat stops}But wait I'm not done {beat resumes}*****in it up like this especially for the BrownSo orale suvale in the Brown side of townYeah, it's for the Brown CrowdOrale holmes, this is Lil'' RobComin after you from San Diego, Southern CalifasMexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jamAnd it's to all those locos that like to gangbangBecause I do it when I have to when it's every *****in weekAnd always kickin it with my homiesBut could swear they're always tweakingBut the only drug I use is marijuanaPeople tell me not to smoke itBut I'll smoke it if I wannaCause right now living in the fast laneSo tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary JaneAnd when I fight I fight mano a manoPor que simon I'm a down ass ChicanoI'll say it again I'm down for mine eseOr laugh at you if you need a shank over a cueteAnd then I'll call you a chavalaAs I rock over the jam in my '62 ImpalaAnd if you shoot you better killCause if you don't and you won'tBut then I willYou won't rest in peace you'll rest in painWhy, because my mind clicksTo be insane in the brainSimon I'm *****in bad to the boneAnd all I could say is don't ***** around holmesCause I'm a...[Chorus x2]Mexican Gangster, (simon)Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet)Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways)Mexican Gangster born with the badnessYeah, it's for the Brown CrowdLil'' Rob comin at you with my own styleYou wanna know about me look me up in the gang fileAnd you will see just how I'm livingI didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given toA little vato going a little *****in locoWas just out of hand, not pocoBecause all these vatos talkin shit about a homeyWhen they don't even *****in know meThey said they kicked my ass, they say I got shotBut when I heard that I started laughing on the spotCause what the ***** is that all boutThey say I'm dead so I had to put this tape outTo let these levas know they're all about bullshitAnd that these vatos got to quit while they're aheadBefore they look stupidYou say you don't talk shit but I know you didSo you put a filero to my neck you *****in LEVAWhat the *****'s next? A cuete to my head did I cry?I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown PrideI got a ***** ass voice so you sayBut you listen to it anywayYou say I can't rap but where the ***** are youJust keep talking shit cause that's what little kids doSo remember this line for the first timeYou do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mineNow ***** that shit up holmesJump in the rideJump in the rideFirst of all I like starting by saying Q-voFrom a little vato con respecto y por el tuyoBut much pride, jump in the rideSide to side down el calle, we slide and rideHittin' the switch's, the paint job is stickin'I'm your puppet in the tape deck because it's hittin'You hear it from across townNo dejes que nadie te haqa menosDon't let no one get you downCause if they do, I'll be around genteI'll turn your frown's upside down with my sound's genteBeen doing this since I was 15 and live through nightSmoke another like Chech & Chong has a nice dream SimonJump in the ride, bounce that ass side to side(Jump in the ride) as this crazy cholo takes youOn another crazy cholo ride (Jump in the ride)I don't really give a shit about what your saying *****(Jump in the ride) What time is it?I got that A to the mutha*****in' KYeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 roundsAnd my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the soundOf the shell's when they hit groundBut you know there right downCan't take chance's if you came to ***** aroundFinger print's on the shell, life in the jail cellWith no bail, live the life in hellSo I proceed to be the sly, sticked, wickedBut when I get caught, in doing time, while putos get shotI'll say "It's nothin'" if you ask "It ain't shit"I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna blast meThere only fear is when they're liven life crazyThey wanna keep me..from rappin' because it pay's meOrale, that's what I sayOrale puto, that's what I say before I sprayAll the *****in' leva's and I cap, cap, capAnd I come back another firme rap, rap, rappin' taleEverybody what dizzy, lined up some levasAnd I just got rid of a coupleRight on the double, I'm nothin' but troubleBut when it comes to hyna's, I'm the one who likes to cuddleBut right now, the shell's are stackin' upI got my 30 round, and puto's are backin' upI got the A-K in the trunk, for punks that wanna act dumb***** the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drumYou vatos can't mean, now I don't give a *****Times don't mean shit, when my shells are stackin' upI got my shell's stackin' upI got that A to the mutha*****in' K
