[Lil Rob] Hey homey I'm talking to you (That's right) I know you think it's cool (Shit) I used to think it was cool to be
Chorus: Lil Rob Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy Running in these streets I know you, homey, cause that used to be me Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy Running in these streets I know you, homey, cause that used to be me Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you
(Verse 1) Now homeboy, he was just a youngster, barely coming of age Taking flickas with his homeboys, holding up a twelve gauge His homeboys throwin' up the town, simon, they're proud of where they're from Vatos from the other town, they were to come if they want some His older homeboys drive in, and he's riding shotgun Bumpin' "Shotgun," hanging out the window with the shotgun They ain't got funds, but they got guns Yeah They might be young, but they don't run Fuck no They walk, with their chins up, they do chin ups Push ups and sit ups, roll a joint and go get lit up And go gang-bang and beat them fools til they don't get up And they don't stop, fuck no, homeboy, they don't let up They're from the west, and they duel to the death And there gonna be gang-banging til there's nobody left
Refrain: Lil Rob Sound familiar Well then I'm talking to you I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 2) Bandanas and hairnets, T-shirts, Cortezes Maybe whinos, huaraches, zarapes, or a cascade Pennotens, or a big ben chaqueta With a cueta in his front right pocket, homeboy, neta Always creased up whether in Dickies or in Davises Smoking the good shit, the kind that makes you forget what day it is Not only is he on the calles, but he's claiming it Taggin' up the walls, scrap and scrapin' down the pavement Ain't got no jale, but he's looking for the payment There's other ways to make it, if not it, he just takes it La vida loca, women, liquor and drogas Smokin' juras, runnin' from la jura It's crazy, look around They can throw, one-on-one, from the chest so they can all get down
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Chorus: Lil Rob Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy Running in these streets I know you, homey, cause that used to be me Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy Running in these streets I know you, homey, cause that used to be me Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you
(Verse 1) Now homeboy, he was just a youngster, barely coming of age Taking flickas with his homeboys, holding up a twelve gauge His homeboys throwin' up the town, simon, they're proud of where they're from Vatos from the other town, they were to come if they want some His older homeboys drive in, and he's riding shotgun Bumpin' "Shotgun," hanging out the window with the shotgun They ain't got funds, but they got guns Yeah They might be young, but they don't run Fuck no They walk, with their chins up, they do chin ups Push ups and sit ups, roll a joint and go get lit up And go gang-bang and beat them fools til they don't get up And they don't stop, fuck no, homeboy, they don't let up They're from the west, and they duel to the death And there gonna be gang-banging til there's nobody left
Refrain: Lil Rob Sound familiar Well then I'm talking to you I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 2) Bandanas and hairnets, T-shirts, Cortezes Maybe whinos, huaraches, zarapes, or a cascade Pennotens, or a big ben chaqueta With a cueta in his front right pocket, homeboy, neta Always creased up whether in Dickies or in Davises Smoking the good shit, the kind that makes you forget what day it is Not only is he on the calles, but he's claiming it Taggin' up the walls, scrap and scrapin' down the pavement Ain't got no jale, but he's looking for the payment There's other ways to make it, if not it, he just takes it La vida loca, women, liquor and drogas Smokin' juras, runnin' from la jura It's crazy, look around They can throw, one-on-one, from the chest so they can all get down
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