Bringing It Back - Lil Rob

«Next to the Pacific, to be specific»

«Right next to the Pacific, to be specific»

«Right next to the Pacific, to be specific»

--] Lil' Rob

Got static

Like on my 45"s, handles static with .45's (Yeah)

Chicano gangster life (That's right)

I got three dots

It took three shots to put three vatos in the place, I mean, their plots (Yeah)

Thought they were bad motherfuckers

I guess they’re not (Fuck that)

I’m up in this, and I’m a give it what I got

And if I fail

Dust it off and give it one more shot

I’m in a laid out

Chevy in the parking lot

You dawgs don’t bite

But you sure do bark a lot (It's all you do)

Yeah

My Range is wide like my gangster wife (Yeah)

And those are white

Like my gangster nights

Are fucking tight (That's right)

I like the freaks that come out at night

I’m from the west, you know, the left

Where it feels so right

Pre-Chorus: Lil' Rob

I’m bringing it back

And I’m a rep the west like this (And I won’t quit, shit)

I know they ain’t expectin' this (I'll handle it)

It couldn’t be that homeboy, yes it is

I’m bringing it back (That's right)

I’m bringing it back (Simon)

I’m bringing it back

Bring back, bring back, the west, the west

Bring it back now

But, the west, just never left

Never back down

Bring back, bring back, the west, the west

Homeboy

I’m bringing it back (That's right)

I’m bringing it back (Simon)

They call me Lil' Rob, homie (Lil' Rob)

But I’m doin' it big

I’m fuckin' sick like a stylist, I’m splittin' your wig (Splitting your wig)

Rhymes blow your brain back, I know it already did (Already did)

If it hasn’t, it’s about to fuckin' flip your lids

Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun)

The bow tie

Dayton stand, don’t accept no knock offs (That's right)

I take it out

And go bust the shots off (Yeah)

Vatos want some pedo

Then I’m bustin' shots off

Gone through crosswalks

Vibrate the streets

Like Fingazz

Vibrates his teeth

When he’s working the talkbox

We’re getting sick with it

They say, «That song is sick

The beat is tight (That's right)

And I love the way he’s spittin'»

Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus

I’m bringing it back

The west coast

Right next to the Pacific Ocean

The west side

Yeah

The left side

Hook: Lil' Rob

Right next, to the Pacific

To, to be specific

That, that’s where we kick it

Where, where we get wicked

Flick, the switch and dip it

Lift, it up and tip it

Pack, the bomb and grip it

Take, the mic and rip

Right next, to the Pacific

To, to be specific

That, that’s where we kick it

Where, where we get wicked

Flick, the switch and dip it

Lift, it up and tip it

Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus

Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)

But, the west, just never left (Hey)

Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)

Oooh, oooh, oooh, I’m bringing it back