[Verse 1: 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...) {*beat stops*} But wait, I'm not done {*beat resumes*} f**in' it up like this, especially for the brown So orale, suvale in the brown side of town Don't be shy Bump that sh**, homie And Sir Crown, why don't you mix in the oldie The hay'll keep the sh** 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, b**h, you still can't f**in' 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 f** 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' sh**, 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 [Lil' Rob] f** 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 Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) I don't usually tear this competition But when I hear some bad a** sh**, 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 f**in' 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 Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) 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 pa**in' you up, with the quickness, cause you're on my sh**list 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 f** 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, sh**, not quite Hmm Yeah, holmes The brown crowd's the best This jam is called the Brown Crowd, now wait for the rest Repeat Chorus Twice