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(Lil' Rob) Wacha, there's a difference between fact and fiction Pay close attention, do more than listen Hear what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it Claiming that they be having it But really they ain't having shit Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit Keep talking shit bitch that's what your skill is Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit Can't spit like I can spit straight up immaculate Talented handle it Simon ey I'm a man that did Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it real ese I do what I do when I do it I'm keeping it real when I do it Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid. Letras de canciones Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it real ese I do what I do when I do it I'm keeping it real when I do it Unlike you did, I don't wanna do what you did stupid (Lil' Rob) A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme and to Hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real Homeboy I ain't never heard nothing weaker I can't believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker Its like who heard you and told you that you were good? They lied to you, you can't rap but they said you could Why, would they do that, now look what they done did Made a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kid I know where I'm from, I know what I've done I know what it takes to be number one You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the Dime Your questioning, I'm answering before your asking it I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I'm backing It I'm backin it, while you're a lying fucking sack of shit Chronic shit? Got a big ol' fluffy fuckin sack of it It's no accident when I'm packing it, relaxing it, kicking back and shit I loss my mind, I loss the time where'd it go I don't know, lost track of it (Chorus) (Lil' Rob) San Diego, city I was brought up in Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin I'm getting numbers while I'm dragging bumpers Scraping it up, Juice, I think I've got more than Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic Sabes Que? I'm sick of the mic, I'm sic on the mic Your sounding like a bitch on the mic I'm sick of my life and still kick the shit that you Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it Tonight I'm tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight I'm going out of my head like little Anthony Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow Weeping like a willow it's Lil' Rob esse breaking it Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed (Chorus) From Letras Mania