brought up in small neighborhood

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, hey what's happening?, it's your homeboy lil' rob, back with some more shit, you know i cruise my low riders, but i just can't find nothing to cruise to you know?, what happen to the good music?, all that oldies shit, this ones going out to everybody low riding, and need something to cruise to wacha, all you vatos take note, lil' rob ain't no joke, so wacha, jump in my six-three impala, put down the top as i pull to the stop, drop, roll, never can be to low, simon i got low riders, hundred spoke wires, white wall tires four pumps jumps it higher, than anything you've ever seen, fucking mean fucking clean, can't drive to fast or swerving, slipping and dipping, that's what we call it, that's what you do when you've got hydraulics, i sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it, we don't fake ese we just take it, don't try to jack it bullet 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, i was brought up, in a small neighborhood, where i'm cruisin, my lowride'ss looking good, said i was brought up, in a small neighborhood, where we go cruisin, and it's all to the good, orale, check this out, got a bombita, 4'9 troqita, c-h-e-v-r-o-l-e-t- you don't know?, forty-five player for all my oldies, forty-five double m for all them phonies, gots corner windows and the three fifty, pedal to the metal i can take off like quickly, shit i could smoke em like my pistola, like a lil' rob rola my troqa's the bomba, naw it aint painted, homes it's just primer, back with some thirteens and a sun visor, it still looks mean though, it still looks clean though, see it on the website i'm drinking with my primos, w-w-w dot lil' rob dot com, i can cruise all day, and cruise all night long, from sun down til sun up, i'll cruise my troqa, i'm a lowrider, i told ya, i told ya, simon!, got a big body, f-l-double e-t double u, double o d 1993 caddy, extended a-arms cause homes i play hard, hop my carucha hopping down the boulevard, bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams, ralphy pagan, s.o.s. or some yap bands, i'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me, three wheel standing hopping with smooth landings, four racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun, keeping drinks in my ride if you bring em in guaranteed to spill some, i won't stop til 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 bill before i pay the phone, and that's when you know, that you're a lowrider, got pride in my ride everybody else just admires,