Alba s touto skladbou:
Neighborhood Music,
These fuckinâ vatos homeboy
Just donât know when to shut the fuck up ey
I mean, they cry like little fuckinâ girls and shit, you know?
Itâs like, what the fuck is your problem perro?
Quit your cryinâ bitches, no llores
Lloresito has an issue, hereâs some tissue
Toughen up big guy, donât cry, dry your eyes
Itâs ok, maybe someday youâll find your way without me
But if you play, you pay
You couldnât fuck with me on your best day on my worst day
Been rappinâ for a long time it still sounds like your first day
Whatâs worse ey, you think that you put it down like I do
I know youâd like to but you canât dude
Thatâs just somethinâ that you canât do
Boo hoo hoo poor you
Chorus -
(Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
Quit your cryinâ bitches
Boo hoo hoo poor you
Dry your eyes, no need to cry
Keep your pillow dry
(Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
Quit your cryinâ bitches
Boo hoo hoo poor you
Hey wait a minute dawg, wait a fuckinâ minute holmes
Where the fuck do you get off talkinâ shit about my neighborhood?
Cominâ from you it donât mean shit
âCause I know you never claimed a hood
Iâve been drunk in this high, high in this town
Shot for my town, brought up in this town
Puttinâ it down, good times and bad
Hop in the Cad just fuckinâ around
And doinâ the things that you never did as a kid
But you wish you did
So the things you say now wouldnât be bullshit
Never did shit, never will do shit
Iâm from SD 858 but I know youâre a 619er
Ese Lil Rob, San Diego, no one does it tighter
Pass the fuckinâ wire
Chorus
Wait a minute, let me get this right then dawg
He disses him, then he disses him
Then he misses him, then theyâre friends again?
Iâm on the other end, smokinâ pot with a plot to win
Now theyâre dissinâ me itâs obvious to see
Theyâre tryna get the best of me
Theyâre not affectinâ me physically or mentally
Wasnât time to mess with me, this shit was meant for me
It was meant to be, sad to see youâre sad too bad youâre mad
But Iâm workinâ on my platinum plaque
Then after that theyâre back to back
Iâve got places to go, people to see
Go to a show and theyâre waitinâ for me
Better than that, theyâre payinâ for me
Itâs no wonder why you been cryinâ lately
Chorus
Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry
