Brown Crowd - Lil Rob

It’s the gangsta, M-E-X-I-C-A-N, back

With the rhyme, that’ll blow your mind, that you wanna hear again

Because you can’t get enough of the

Brown crowd, that is so rough and so tough

Crazy, bad, wicked, the worst

And when I’m through

When I rewind a verse

So you could go ahead and try to put me down

But I was told, «Don't let no one get you down, and never wear a frown»

It’s Lil' Rob the Chicano

And proud one

Competition none (None…)

But wait, I’m not done

Fuckin' it up like this, especially for the brown

So orale, suvale in the brown side of town

Don’t be shy

Bump that shit, homie

And Sir Crown, why don’t you mix in the oldie

The hay’ll keep the shit bouncin'

I got the jealous vato’s talent, cause I got the heinas shoutin' over

Lil' Rob

One of many Mexicano poets

But not sayin' that I’m king

Down for the brown, I’ll show it cause I know it is

The brown crowd vida, esta loco thing

And I’m the Mexican gangsta

Born with the badness

You think you could rap, bitch, you still can’t fuckin' match this

A little vato goin' for the gusto

It’s called the brown crowd, just thought I’d let you know, so

Listen to the sounds of the brownest

And you will find

Chicano sounds are the downest

Cause we don’t fuck around and that

You should know

Brown crowd

With the sounds of the brown for the barrio

Should I say, «I'm back,» or should I say that I’m still here

Sounds of the brown is soundin' good to my ear

We are gettin' down, see, you might as well admit it

And if you’re talkin' shit, then you might as well quit it

The Mexican Gangster havin' an «Oh What A Night»

Partying in my city and everything is alright

I’ll get with Mary Jane, cause she’s my crazy love

I’m havin' fun, but the night ain’t done, it’s time for the hit and run

But you best believe I’m brown and proud

Brown and proud

It’s called the Brown Crowd

Fuck yeah

Chorus: Sir Crown

«Brown, crowd, Chicano, we’re proud, and proud to be brown»

«Got the brown crowd, got the, got the brown crowd»

«Brown, crowd, Chicano, we’re proud, and proud to be brown»

«Got the brown crowd bumpin' loud…» --] Lil' Rob

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I don’t usually tear this competition

But when I hear some bad ass shit, I got to represent myself

Better

Cause I can’t let a

Silly soca

Think he could rap better than me

So I get a

Firme style

That you gotta rewind

Chicano sounds are the downest you will find

When it comes to a rolla, brown crowd controla

How do you know, because Lil' Rob told ya

Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind

All the time, comin' out with sick and twisted rhymes

But at the same time

I got the heinas meltin'

With the crazy love, slow rappin'

I got the vatos mad, because I got the heinas shoutin'

I don’t give a shit cause jealousy will never quit

It never seems to amaze

All the tension I raise, and for this, I get paid

Ask me if I care and I’ll say, «No»

Ask me if I’ve changed, I’m still the same kid from the barrio

But there’s one point that I have to make

See, if you ask somebody shit, you gotta ask

Me

Cause there’s too many rumors going around

About Lil' Rob and the crowd that’s brown

Heinas sayin' I’m conceited, but I don’t need it

I’m callin' you a fuckin' mensa if you want to believe it

So it’s like

You got your own choice, mija

Without fans

I wouldn’t be nothin', so you know I need ya

I started rappin' now, people don’t let me live

Some people don’t want me, livin' their threats is what I’m given

I don’t know why cause I think I’m a nice guy

Sometimes mad, most of the time, on my Natural High

And if you know me

You know that’s how I am

It’s called the brown crowd, the life of this Mexican

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Back with verse three, so

Let me kick it

I’m gonna make it quick, sly, slickful, wicked

To let you know, otra vez, that I won and they lost

If you find me repeating something, it’s to get my point across

To get my point across, to get my point across

To all you levas

Who couldn’t catch it

You can’t match it

Even though you try to snatch it

A style

From a little vatos, who won’t let go

Of a flow, smooth, suavacito

And to you rappers who say I can’t rap

I’m passin' you up, with the quickness, cause you’re on my shitlist

You see, I know what I’m doin', ese

But only if you knew, holmes, what I’m gonna do, holmes

Trip out, as I go on

With the funky flow, as I flow

Flow

Flow on

I’m droppin' competition to the floor

Because I got more bounce

Much more

So let me fuck it up for the gente

As I’m rappin' bottoms up on a Presidente

Cause there’s a party in the town tonight

But am I through, shit, not quite

Hmm

Yeah, holmes

The brown crowd’s the best

This jam is called the Brown Crowd, now wait for the rest

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