Rough Neighborhood

Lyrics

[Lil Rob - Verse 1:] Yeah, I used to ride my bicicleta Down the calles of my town Oldies everyday, that's the way it was Those were the days, the crazy ones A lot people died that summer It's a bummer but shit happens More often than it didn't See ambulances from a distance A place where you would find syringes And the drug use was tremendous Some say my town was horrendous But to the drug users it was off the hinges My border brothers would have to run fast, dash And hop the fences Don't take that out of content homeboy Cus we're all gente through my lentes But the migra would creep down, and sweep hard And take them all back to T.J If they didn't have the green card The parke was the spot, it was hot And it was dealin in the street The heroin was a killer homeboy It had seven killings in a week It was a bad bash but they still had to have that So it didn't stop'em They used to come to the pad And sell stolen merchandise Til the jura caught'em We used to get shit for cheap homes, like 90% off Give homie a little feria for his fix And then he sped off [Chorus:] I was brought up (I was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where the shit goes down homes) Than you learn in school I was brought up (i was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where you don't fuck around, homes) Than you learn in school [Lil Rob - Verse 2:] Ey, we were cool walking to school We'd see the vatos, the tecatos Itchin and twitchin, scratchin Havin a conversation with satin On a good one (on a good trip) I mean, loaded off some good shit You might not believe it But ey, homes this ain't no bullshit! My town was all brown man The gente and the drogas People walking around fucked up Drugged up, looking all sucked up But thats where I was brought up Where a lot of people shot up Got caught up and locked up It's not just sumthin that I thought up It was somthing that was happenin And I seen it with my own eyes, eh La Colonia, Eden Gardens, Californ-I-A Got a little older And my blood got a little colder Started taggin up my plaquaso of my barrio Up on my folder Me and homeboys would walk the calles Lookin like soldiers With the chip on our shoulders The size of bolders, little locsters Down to get down with the next town When they came around We'd be throwin chingazos We'd be spittin balazos [Chorus:] I was brought up (I was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where the shit goes down homes) Than you learn in school I was brought up (i was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where you don't fuck around, homes) Than you learn in school [Lil Rob- Verse 3:] It wasn't long before I got mine See I got shot at the stop sign Took a bala to the boca Got blood all over my ropa I lost a couple homies I got some friends up in the pen But when they get out It seems like they go right back in again It all started with crazy situations Juvenile Hall and probation Then get busted for violation That leaves a lifetime incarcaration Though my town went through some changes One thing will never change It made me who I am And I remain to stay the same [Chorus] I was brought up (I was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where the shit goes down homes) Than you learn in school I was brought up (i was brought up) In a rough neighborhood (in a rough neighborhood) Where you learn more in the streets (where you don't fuck around, homes) Than you learn in school