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