Brought Up in a Small Neighborhood

Hey, what's happening?
It's your homeboy, lil' rob, back with some more shit
You know I cruise my lowriders
I just can't find nothin' to cruise to, you know?
What happened to the good music? All that oldies shit
This one's goin' out to everybody low riding
Who need something to cruise to
Watcha

All you Vatos, take note: Lil' Rob ain't no joke
So watcha, jump in my 63 impala
Put down the top, as I pull to the stop
Drop, roll, never can be too low
Simón, I got lowriders
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 swerving
Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it
That's what you do when you've got hydraulics

I seesaw it, front, back, side to side pancake it
We don't fake it, ese, we just take it
Don't try to jack it
Bullet holes in your jacket from my semiautomatic
What you thought, ese, we ain't got no pride?
Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside

I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin')
My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good)
I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin')
And it's all to look good, órale, check this out

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 350
Pedal to the medal, watch me take off, like, quickly
Shit, I could smoke 'em like my pistola
Like a Lil' Rob Rola, my Trocka's the bomba
Nah, it ain't painted, homes, it's just primered
Black 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 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

I was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin')
My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good)
I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin')
And it's all to look good, órale, check this out

Got a big body F-L-double-E-T-W-double-O-D 1993 Cadi'
Extended a-arm 'cause, homes, I play hard
Hop my carrucha up and down the boulevard
Bumping some zap jams, oldies or rap jams
Ralfi pagan, sos or some gap band
I'm the outstanding, that's why they can't stand me
Three-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, got pride in my ride
Everybody else just admires

If was brought up (I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin')
My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good)
I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up)
In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood)
Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin')
And it's all to look good, órale, check this out