Brown Side

[Lil' Rob] Simon It's ya boy, Ese Lil' Rob That's right Yeah, I been doin' this for a while now, man, so I guess you could say that I'm a Hook: Nasty {*scratching*} "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" --] Lil' Rob "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" (Verse 1) I wear a brown bandana Representin' brown pride, homie Comin' from the brown side, homie Ask around if you don't know me, know me I'm west coastin' it That's how I'm flowin' it Hey, pass me the joint, you're not the only one that's smoking it I like black rap, and I'm bump white rap too I like for them to hear me And say, "I like that dude That dude got flow, where's he from? D-I-E-G-O" Cross the border by T-juas, where they've been Servin' heat rocks Bumpin' out the beatbox Long walks from detox Cause we don't stop til we see spots A lot of yellow, blue and Green dots, don't be shot Same way when we box Don't try to run, because my Nikes will outrun your Reebox The barrio The neighborhood, that's where we come from Brought up with pride, and there ain't nothing that we run from They say we can't But I know we can Soy Chicano, Mexican-American Repeat Hook Chorus: Lil' Rob I'm from the brown side That's where I'm at No matter where I go, I know I'm always welcomed back To the brown side That's where I stay San Diego across the border by T.J (Verse 2) They call us crabs in the bucket, fuck it Used to bump it, in the bucket Gotta do the best with, what we're stuck with Now I bust it And represent my city Even (???) that my people That are in the struggle with me I come from a Place where the paint bend Flakin' off the wall Livin' off the wall like handball, and I'm tryin' not to fall Knockin' on the door til I knock it down, ain't nothin' gonna stop it now Doce diez y ocho Got it all up in the pocket, now With more tricks Up my sleeve Than I need On my temper, you can the steam from my blood When I bleed I smoke weed With no seeds Keep the swag, in your bag I'm a spoiled California boy, don't even want a drag of that Take it, you can have it back Lookin' for me You'll find me in the brown side Kickin' back In my habitat Sittin' on the bench with my back against the fence The homeboys and the heinas That's what I represent, and I'm a Repeat Hook Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) I've been Microphone grippin', but can I flip it, just take a listen And I'll rip it And I don't Have to lie Just to kick it I'm the sly Slick and wicked, ain't got no time for little kid shit You vatos aren't gonna do shit, never done shit, never will Shit Let 'em all talk, that's what it is, that's all it is They claim their word is solid as a rock Well homeboy, they don't know what solid is S'hopin' to call it quits You vatos are counterfeits I call it as I see it, that's the boy, I'm callin' this I don't know what the problem is You see the same people On the way to the top Back down to where the bottom is No jales, huey There's no need to act that way Some of these vatos are gangster, and have the right to rap that way Shaved head, bandanas Tatoos And a mouthpiece Rockin' the mic in white Nikes, a white T-shirt and some Khakis I know you see me when I'm rollin' through the brown side For the west, to the east, to the north, to the south side, it's brown pride And I'm a Repeat Hook Repeat Chorus [Lil' Rob] Lil' Rob That's right Twelve Eighteen From the brown side of town Yeah There's a brown side of town in every city, man I see it That's right Little brown pride, for the brown side Cause I'm a Repeat Hook