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[Verse 1] I'll give you more bounce and then you'll want more Grab a hynita, get on the dance floor Freestyles, that's what you came for There's a lot of women but there'll be way more They're ready the day before like on May fourth They don't play, not the ones you pay for But definitely the kind you'll stay for They're bad ese, no need to say more My rhymes are my cuete, so, let me spray more Hit the studio so I could lay more I been sober now I think it's day four Give me a Pacific so I can play more Bring me some alcohol that contains more When it rains it pours and then it rains more Ey, homeboy what's the fame for Find me a wisa that I can aim for [Chorus] (Let me make one thing, clear) Know you like that channel (Let me make one thing, clear) Yeah, that's me [Verse 2] Born in California so they call me pocho Ese Lil Rob, Doce Dieciocho No te metas con nosotros At the volo, somos pocos pero locos We all began under the street Under the heat, the heat under the seat But never out of my reach, you better believe I'll squeeze and release cuetes, have you fall to your knees Stinging like bees have you screaming out peace Screaming like Jay Rock singing (Baby...) Come on, homie, we don't need these things We need the beats to feed these fiends I won't stop 'til I'm on TV screens Hit the joint then I'll spread my wings Carne asada with some rice and beans I bling-bling without flashing things [Chorus] Oooh-oooh-ooh-ooh (Let me make one thing, clear) I gotta party, good times (Let me make one thing, clear) How we used to do it [Verse 3] Pass me the microphone just like old times They care about the money, we just spit rhymes And we would spit some good shit Some Brown side of town, some neighborhood shit I can even take you farther back in my day When I used to uplift them when the DJ played Africa [?], Soul Sonic Verse The Johnson crew, Uncle Jams Army, of course The world class Funky Crew and a few others Let me reach you, lover. . On the East it was breakin' on the West it was pop-lockin' Either way it's Hip-Hoppin' and it's non-stoppin' Keep it jaw-droppin', keep it OG Like it's supposed to be Don't mistake me with a poster, homie I'm real, and I keep it fucking old-school homie