Microphone Rippin’ Lil Rob

[Lil' Rob]
Hey man
Hey, turn me up in the headphones
I gotta feel this shit right here, man
Hey Nasty, drop that beat, bro
Yeah
That's right
That sounds good now
Hell yeah
Hey, check this out (Simon)

(Verse 1)
Ay chiggy-check it, I'm a wreck it for the homeboys, man (That's right)
But that's alright because
That's exactly what I am (That's 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 (Yeah)
I smokin' on the
Weed, with no seeds, I'm sick with it, this medical {*inhale*}
I wear my Khakis with the cuff and the crease {*coughing*}
And rather
Die on my feet than
Live on my knees
Please (Please)
I'm colder than zero degrees (Yeah)
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 (Lil' Rob, yeah)
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 rob this beat and get it back to the street