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This is the MCI operator I have a collect call from..DREAMER Who is an inmate in a California State prison To accept charges press 5 now {beep} Your call is being connected Thank you for using MCI ESE, CHOLO! [Butt-head] heh heh he? Who? Damn't, for the last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Lil' Rob] It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again Because you can't get enough of the Brown Crowd That is so rough and so tough Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through When I rewind a verse So you could go ahead and try to put me down But I was told don't let no one get you down And never wear a frown It's Lil'' Rob the Chicano and proud one Letras de cancionesCompetition none {beat stops} But wait I'm not done {beat resumes} Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown So orale suvale in the Brown side of town Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd Orale holmes, this is Lil'' Rob Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam And it's to all those locos that like to gangbang Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week And always kickin it with my homies But could swear they're always tweaking But the only drug I use is marijuana People tell me not to smoke it But I'll smoke it if I wanna Cause right now living in the fast lane So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane And when I fight I fight mano a mano Por que simon I'm a down ass Chicano I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a chavala As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because my mind clicks To be insane in the brain Simon I'm fuckin bad to the bone And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes Cause I'm a... [Chorus 2x] Mexican Gangster, (simon) Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet) Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd Lil'' Rob comin at you with my own style You wanna know about me look me up in the gang file And you will see just how I'm living I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to A little vato going a little fuckin loco Was just out of hand, not poco Because all these vatos talkin shit about a homey When they don't even fuckin know me They said they kicked my ass, they say I got shot But when I heard that I started laughing on the spot Cause what the fuck is that all bout They say I'm dead so I had to put this tape out To let these levas know they're all about bullshit And that these vatos got to quit while they're ahead Before they look stupid You say you don't talk shit but I know you did So you put a filero to my neck you fuckin LEVA What the fuck's next? A cuete to my head did I cry? I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride I got a pussy ass voice so you say But you listen to it anyway You say I can't rap but where the fuck are you Just keep talking shit cause that's what little kids do So remember this line for the first time You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine Now fuck that shit up holmes Jump in the ride Jump in the ride First of all I like starting by saying Q-vo From a little vato con respecto y por el tuyo But much pride, jump in the ride Side to side down el calle, we slide and ride Hittin' 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 town No dejes que nadie te haqa menos Don't let no one get you down Cause if they do, I'll be around gente I'll turn your frown's upside down with my sound's gente Been doing this since I was 15 and live through night Smoke another like Chech & Chong has a nice dream Simon Jump in the ride, bounce that ass side to side (Jump in the ride) as this crazy cholo takes you On another crazy cholo ride (Jump in the ride) I don't really give a shit about what your saying bitch (Jump in the ride) What time is it? I got that A to the muthafuckin' K Yeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 rounds And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit ground But you know there right down Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around Finger print's on the shell, life in the jail cell With no bail, live the life in hell So I proceed to be the sly, sticked, wicked But when I get caught, in doing time, while putos get shot I'll say "It's nothin'" if you ask "It ain't shit" I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna blast me There only fear is when they're liven life crazy They wanna keep me..from rappin' because it pay's me Orale, that's what I say Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap And I come back another firme rap, rap, rappin' tale Everybody what dizzy, lined up some levas And I just got rid of a couple Right on the double, I'm nothin' but trouble But when it comes to hyna's, I'm the one who likes to cuddle But right now, the shell's are stackin' up I got my 30 round, and puto's are backin' up I got the A-K in the trunk, for punks that wanna act dumb Fuck the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drum You vatos can't mean, now I don't give a fuck Times don't mean shit, when my shells are stackin' up I got my shell's stackin' up I got that A to the muthafuckin' K From Letras Mania