Lil' Rob - West Coast Ridaz Lyrics
(feat. Frost & Diamonique)[Verse: Frost]Let me take you back in time with this old school rolaKick a little rhyme for the cholos and cholasThis Big Frost, East Los, the rap vetaranoStill stay boracho, still stay marijuano [inhale] [exhale]You lame chavalas, no, you can't say nadaYeah, we keeps a loaded cuete that'll feed you full of valasCruisin' the calles in a drop ImpalaChevrolet213, East L.A. (Yeah)I dip and hit the switchOn my way to the barrioTo pick up ya *****, I mean a heinaTonight, ese, don't try to find herShe's with the label now, homeboy, we sign herYou know I'm a cold piece, Frost be the hieloOn her back, legs opensStarin' at the cieloThen it's doggystyle with the face in the pieloKid Frost, the big boss, forever stay frioGame right here, holmes, I sell by the kiloAnd that's real talk, said no pedoYou don't believe it, you can ask the homie, Dedos[Fingazz:]YeahThat's right[Diamonique:]It's the Queen of the West, and I'm brown and proudAbout fifteen years, I been puttin' it downJust like my homie Lil RobHe's been doin' his thang (Uh huh)Y'all don't know that my boy is a Chicano rap king (Yeah)So get it up (Come on)And all mi genteIn they lowride Chevys, hit a switch, raise it upNow drop it down (Uh huh)And hit the boulevardOn A Sunday Afternoon, cruisin' aroundHey, there's a war goin' on in the streetsSo my people gotta squash all the beat (Yeah)YoCause some people from this side, and people from that sideThat's side wide, and more fools gon' dieAnd it's a neverending drama (Uh huh)And on the sidelineThere's tweaked-out baby mamas (Whoo)To raise the next generation (Uh huh)It's no wonder why we trippin' on this southern migration[Lil Rob:]From San Diego to East Los, from the west to the east coast (That's East, L.A.)I rock the mic and make it tight for my people (Yeah)Bumpin' this in the chalis of the regals (That's right)Chevy Impalas, a bomba with your tio (Uh huh)Stop at the tienda and pick up some pistoIf I stay listo, I ain't gots to get listo (Ain't gots to get ready)Jump in the rag, top, I'm brown baggin' it (Brown raggin' it)Jump in the rag, top, I'm brown baggin' it (I'm brown raggin' it)Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a planeNo, it's Lil Rob, flyin' high, stimulatin' my brain (Stimulatin' my brain)Puffin' on a marijuana cigaretteIt's good shit, you need a hit if you ain't shit yetAnd you'd be high, just as high as I (Yeah)Ese, we don't die, we just multiply (Uh huh)HehI put it down for the homiesAnd the heinas, in the barrio, listenin' to oldies[Lil Rob:]That's rightIt's ya homeboy, Ese Lil RobWith the homeboy, FrostMy homegirl, DiamoniquePuttin' that shit downChicano styleYou knowYeahSan Diego to East Los (That's right)From the west to the east coastYeahPut it down for the brown, ese
