Lyrics:

(Lil' Rob) I'm from the city that everyone knows All clean creased up on my clothes Hit the street and hop the low low Even got hydraulics on the Limo I'm from the city that everyone knows All clean creased up on my clothes Hit the street and hop the low low Got my baby waiting in the limo (Lil' Rob) It's all real to me homes don't need to make shit up I don't kick it with you vatos cause you fake the funk You never once had my back your just some fucking punks Why sit and why ask who to trust When the answers are so obvious It's No one it's no fun Putos talking shit and they just go on and go on (so on) I'm giving you something to go on I got myself an Oldie CD I want to throw one Mix it with some hip-hop making sure its tiptop Shape for your rafla bumping like you want ta Add some Mexican rap to your collection Imagine hoping your ride Bump'n this, in the... intersection Interesting isn't that what Mexicans do? We can put it down too it's 2002 I guarantee you'll see me in 2003 In a 2004, fucking slammed on the floor (Chorus) (Lil' Rob) It's time I pick up the pieces Get sick like Diseases Don't you understand I don't want to be like he is I mean it I can only call it like I see it See it then I call it drink like Alcoholics Only drop the bomb shit only smoking chronic Let me make a phone call if I don't already got it Now watch this Whatcha I'm on the deadline What can we give this fucking guy so he can write some rhymes Ah big of llerva six pack of cervesa But most important of all homes it's the fedia I need some kind of motivatio