Up in the morning, I start with a joint Unloaded my cuete with hollow points These vatos says, "He's coming for me" You fucking pussy, I'll believe when I see Hey, why do ride to the bone When you know that you not, so just leave it alone Ratas, run and tell Drug dealers on corners, ready to sell Hey, I'll take a sac Not cause the vato gots bomb ass weed Never in classrooms, never in books He was out in the calles, running from crooks As soon as night time rolls around I finally lay the bomba down Runnin' to the pad, grab something to drink In the troka, into the street Up to the corner and round the bend And tell my ruka to jump in Put the 45" into the box I got to hear something that's really hot With the one I love, I'm making romance It's guarunteed that I get in her pants I know it sounds wrong Talkin' 'bout on my street days Remember when I used to kick back with the homies Drink somethings right down the street And tokin' tokin' monsters Smokin' 'bout a pound of weed Talkin' about my street days and all my street ways Keeping it hot like heatwaves, listen to the guitar the key plays Watchin' out for 5-0's, on the corner drinking like winos There's nothing I will change about my street days Put the 45" into the box I got to hear something that's really hot With the one I love, I'm making romance It's guarunteed that I get in her pants Kissin' her body from head to toe Round, and round and round, we go Lil Rob in control Deliverin' from the days of ol' Control almost Deliverin' from the days of ol' Lil Rob, rock and roll The feeling is there, body and soul Ya estuvo