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Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one 
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait

[Lil' Rob (Talkin)]
Hey what's happenin
Yeah it's me, Lil' Rob
A.K.A. The Naughty Boy

[Chorus]
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy
Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy

diamond bracket
No stir fry
Lil' baby swimming in stars
See melting cars in the rear view
She feel like she at Mars
I told her ‘baby, i feel you'
She said

(DJ Drama)
Look
Bitch, I'll let a nigga have it
But won't let a nigga take shit
Make me send my youngin' with a Glock with no safety 
You got

death 
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You a dead man)
You're officially dead,

me rub' on your butt
Drankin' this lean mix with strawberry punch
Pick em up, drop em off, that lil nigga, got dumped
High-speed chase why the fuck 12

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

dead on the cement
Make your hoe suck my bro she gone swallow his semen
All this pain I went through make me turn to a demon
Try to rob lil Jayy that

nigga rich
Don't have a thought 'bout penitentiary
Young rich nigga
Let me show you how I'm livin'

Poppin' shit, all my niggas poppin' shit, aye
Rob

chicana's, Lil' Rob is doing ?
Bumping the oldies, It's me Lil'' Rob
And the Brown Crowd homies, turn up the volume
Yeah, Natural High, a ?? for my friends

the same lil boy in a big ol' house
Look at him now in the big ol' cars
And the same folk hated pay big homage
One minute let me be candid
Used to stand

Got me a bad lil bitch Yeah
That I be sexting (that I be sexin)
She be blowin my line up whenever
I dont answer her message (when I dont asnwer her

Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft (right)
Off white, Gucci, mix match
All my diamonds drip, shit splash (drip)
Black BMW, your bitch gave me top

rob and me
Talking bout women, now I see
Gotta catch 'em all
I don't feel at all
Wanna make a call
Don't have time to stall
Never drop the ball
I'm

I can tell by her eyes
She calling me honey like we at Popeyes
And I need my biscuit with wings and them  fries
If he want some beef betta go to five

(walk her ass, let's go)
Got more hair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (that Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be

for ya dawg
If I fall, dust me off 
Help up ya lil dawg
That's my lil nigga and I back him
We been thru shit, you can't fathom 
Get out the mix, stay

I'ma make sure that they heard me, mix designer, rockin' Hermes
My lil' youngin caught a murder and he had to skip town

He was playin' around with his

make sure that they heard me, mix designer, rockin' Hermes
My lil' youngin caught a murder and he had to skip town

He was playin' around with his money,

Rumors

Mr. Shadow

Hip Hop Mixx, Vol. 2

2003

us what kind of rumors have you murder sense the release of that album
And some of the things you been through

[Verse One: Lil' Rob]
Well let me

might give you a lil Leeway but you know what fuck that
I'm not but difference is between me and him
He give you new niggas a chance I won't
But fuck that

a bale and I let the cash fly, I ain't even gotta try this shit too easy
Got a bad ass bitch, pussy water like Fiji, don't use your hand lil bitch quit

old and new and make it wicked
Come on admit it I know you dig it
You wanna kick it come on let's kick it
Girl when you walked in the room
You took me

Cook it up, let it fry in the mix
This shit deep my hoe re really ride wit a stick
Grab her throat when she ridin the dick
Keep a Glock in my reach I