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Representing Yeah what's happenin (wussup holmes?) Yeah, it's ese Lil Rob Representin where I'm from holmes San Diego, C.A. That's right... c'mon [Lil Rob] I'm representin where I'm from San Diego, C.A. With my nine treys, vatos that duck the sunrays 1218 on my sleeves, eighty-five degrees with the coastal breeze and got my cuete close to me I park my ride, and jump outside Roll up a joint, light it up and get high Cause we get lit, bet on pits to get rich They lock jaw, we stand by with break sticks I walk through obstacles you might, find impossible Unstoppable and lots of flavor like a popsicle Brought up in the barrio, medicine man like it, Caminos from one ol' vato The big bad Cali fast land where it's sango weed Smoke the grass and I don't mean the lawn I mean the bomb chron', only the best Filled up my chest with the mota from the Southwest [Chorus 2X: Lil Rob w/ ad libs] Letras de cancionesRepresentin where I'm from (where I'm from) San Diego, C.A. (all day) Ready or not here I come (here I come) So you vatos best stay out of my way (make way) [Lil Rob] I always try to stay crisp and clean Keep my lowriders lookin mean Homeboy you can read it on my sleeves It say Lil Rob also known as Mr. 1218 Ey let me at 'em let me get 'em hit 'em with a verse Let me hit 'em with the truth holmes cause that's where it hurts I tuck the crossbars under the skirt You think I'm fuckin bad homeboy it's gonna get worse Still givin neighborhood parties, tumble between the chain link gates Hit the keg, grab the mic and celebrate Uno dos, uno dos, mic check one two Sick like that hour in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu Tilt the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare It's a little rough por chroma los, homey vas aver Bien pedo, peros construct like a filero And when I bust, I bust my pistolero Too much of a rush, I don't mean like a tecato Heavy gato, Lil Rob's a sick vato [Chorus] [Lil Rob] I love palmetas, que onda Linda, son grisa When it comes to sex I'm triple X like my camisa Whassup mija? Como te llamas? Make her hot like a blunt, try lay her down on the calmate Vollada, nothin like a fine Me-xi-cana Shakin nalgas, somebody open the ventana Mira, it's la vida makin mojidas olvidame y quidate, see you when I see ya I'm all for comin in often, runnin trippin The six-three Impala felt like coppin somethin you popped off at the mouth but you ain't poppin nothin Why the fuck you vatos wanna be startin somethin? I'm loco, I'm goin psycho, but I can't let the mic go I can't let the mic go whoa, that was a typo Sounds tight though homey done spit it again I'm in it to win, the reason why I did it again I'm representin [Chorus] (Thanks to Carlos for these lyrics) From Letras Mania