Brought Up In A Small Neighborhood [west Coast Mix] lyrics

(Lil' Rob)
Let's Go
It's a nice day to go cruise the riders
Oh, you wanna go What happened to the good music?
Let's go krook cruising my 63 dogg
CAILE


(Lil' Rob)
All you vatos take no, Lil' Rob ain't no joke
So WATCHA jump in my 6-3 impala
Put down the top as I pull to the stop
Drop, roll never can be too low
Simon I've got low riders hundred spoke wires
White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher
Than you've ever seen
Fucking mean, fucking clean
Can't drive too fast or start swerving
Slipping and dipping that's what we call it
That's what happens when you got hydraulics
I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it
We don't fake it ese we just take it
Don't try to jack it putting holes in your jacket
From my semi-automatic
What you thought ese, we ain't got no pride?
Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside

[Chorus]
I was brought up (brought up)
In a small neighborhood (neighborhood)
Where we're cruising (cruising)
And you know I looked good (So damn good)
I was brought up (brought up)
In a small neighborhood (neighborhood)
Where we're cruising (cruisin)
And you know I looked good (So damn good)

(Lil' Rob)
I Got a Bombita 4'9 trokita
C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know?
Forty-five player for all my oldies
Forty-five double L for all them phonies
Gots corner windows and a three-fifty
Pedal to the medal I can take off like quickly
Shit I could smoke em like my pistola
Like a Lil' Rob Rola my troka's the bomba
Na it ain't painted homes it's just primered
Backed with some 13's and a sun visor
See it on the website I'm drinking with my primo
WWW-dot- Lil' Rob dot com I can cruise all day
And cruise all night long from sun down till sun up
I'll cruise my troka, I'm a low rider, I told ya, I told ya

[Chorus]

(Lil' Rob)
Got a big body F-L-double E-T-W-double-O-D 1993 CADDY
Extended A-arm cause homes I play hard
Hop my carrucha hoppin' down the boulevard
Bumping some rap jams, oldies are rap jams
I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me
3-Wheel standing hopping with smooth landings
Fool racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun
Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in
Guarantee to spill some I won't stop till I catch my
Trunk up on fire keep on hopping till I pop a tire
Pass the wire and let it be known I'll pay the chrome
Before I pay the phone, and that's when you know
You're a low rider, with that one
I'm like a leno with no liter


[Chorus]

Bump, Bump, Bumpin, Some zap jams, oldies or rap jams