Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Lil Rob

Mi Vida Loca (Cisco Kid Flow)

 

Mi Vida Loca (Cisco Kid Flow)

(album: Uncut For The Calles: Mextape Volume Uno - 2007)


[Verse 1: Lil Rob]
Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troka
My 4-9 bomba, getting bombed off the mota
Or what you call it, "reifo, " estoy prendido
Locked up in my own prison, man, I been torsido
Might be a flaco, but I pack a putaso
That's on my nickname, Lil Rob, my placaso
I used to paint it like Picasso, pinche vato
And back when I was hollow, I'm still malo, fuck tomorrow
Hey, fuck tomorrow, holmes
And the day that follows
Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano
Yo soy Chicano
Spitting calo
I can put you in the right direction, but can't hold your mano
These pinche gangstas, cause they talking "Life's a gangsta"
But
Next year's don't talk, cause, talking just ain't gangsta
What

[Lil Rob:]
That's right
It's ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob
San Diego, Califa, chrome boy
Putting it down for the brown side of town
That's right
Twelve Eighteen
[Ese Daz:] Let me do this for the Harbor Area, Rob
[Lil Rob:]
Doce Diez y Ocho
That's right, we put it down, loco

[Verse 2: Ese Daz]
Orale, holmes, I'm sipping on patron
It's Ese Daz, from the H.A., 3-1-0
Rolling
Cruising to the barrio
The area that's scaring ya
And you don't wanna go
Show no mercy
Like the veteranos
We still kick it, throw on the sly, slick and wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
And drive a little slower like the O.G. lowrider
Mi pluma tira sangre
Historias de las calles
War stories in the neighborhood
Little locos up to no good
We show no shame, put it down for the brown
Chicano style, representing it proud
That's what we do
When we do
You don't like it, fuck you, too
Ten years in the game, it's all the same
Fuck the fame
Had a name
I do it for the homies in the bombas, bumping tapes
Wey

[Ese Daz:]
What's up, Lil Rob
It's only the beginning, homeboy
A tip of the iceberg
Get ready
'07
'08
'09
But in 2010, I might just pull a ghost like the homie Ese Rich Rock
Eh

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?