Microphone Rippin’

Lyrics

[Lil' Rob:] Ey man Ey turn me up in the headphones I gotta feel this shit right here, man Ey Nasty, drop that beat, bro Yeah That's right That sounds good now Hell yeah Ey, check this out (Simon) [Lil Rob - Verse 1:] Ay chiggy-check it, I'm a wreck it for the homeboys, man But that's alright because That's exactly what I am They say my thang is Something they can't understand, ni modo I don't wanna sound like no other man I'm original, when most are fictional I'm smokin' on the weed, with no seeds I'm sick with it, this medicinal I wear my Khakis with the cuff and the crease And rather Die on my feet than Live on my knees Please I'm colder than zero degrees And I got more shine than my thirteen inch D's Dump the back corner, '63 on three Lil' Rob the Chicano on the T-O-P I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' (Uh hun) Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' (Yeah, come on) I'm on the creep, ain't got time for sleep Only got time to rock this beat and get it back to the street [Chorus: Lil' Rob] (x2) I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' '63 dippin', beautiful women You thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine [Lil Rob - Verse 2:] Ey, I don't know what you thought Or what the fuck you thought I was When I heard you I thought that I'd come back just because For the fuck of it, for the love of it My musica's a droga, mi vida loca And I can't get enough of it I ain't goin' nowhere, you fuckin' vatos must be crazy I'll be scraping down the calles in my six-three, you can't miss me Might have the homies, or a couple heinas with me If the Shoe fits, wear it, and these zapatos fit me And they sure feel good just like they should Like a brand new pair of White on white Nike Cortez's stompin' through the hood Soy Chicano, controlamos este año They can't handle the truth because the truth is hard to swallow Like a hollow Vatos, they get malo You're barkin' up the wrong tree, please swing like a chango And get your ass back in your carro We live for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow [Chorus: Lil' Rob] (x2) I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' '63 dippin', beautiful women You thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine [Lil Rob - Verse 3:] I heard they're tryin' to make a comeback, well fuck that Heard you wanna do what I do Guess what, I've, been there and done that And I'm a keep it goin', ain't no slowin' me down I'm holdin' it down like a switch when I drop my ride to the ground I kick a sample, then I chop it, put some money in my pocket I call it feria, get it for flowin' like a faucet Some people say I've lost it But you know I'm still sick It's a keeper, so I'm keeping some of that shit you hit the streets with That's bumpin' When you're only somethin' next to nothin' Shit, you better watch Who you fucking with I'll cut you off like a DJ when he cuts it quick One time is one time too many You fuck up, that's it You're done with You're just another rapper to have fun with That doesn't do much For all them rappers that you run with Cause you are who you hang with La ultima risa es mia Even laughin' in my other language [Chorus: Lil' Rob] (x2) I continue my flippin', microphone rippin' Pacifico tippin', keep these fools trippin' '63 dippin', beautiful women You thought you had the last laugh, but The Last Laff is mine [Lil' Rob] That's right It's your homeboy Ese Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob) Doce Dieciocho (That's right, Twelve Eighteen) Shoutouts to all my fans, man, from Califas (Yeah) To Pheonix (Vegas) To El Paso (That's right) Burque (Uh hun) That's right H-Town puts it down (That's right) For the West Coast My homies in Colorado, man (To the east coast) Up in Portland You know what what I mean