Cisco Kid Lyrics - Robbin' The Hood - Sublime

Way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980 

Had to get a job, had to make some money-ney 

Picked up a pen and a pad 

Dropped reality never thinking that I would live to see the day I'd rock my own CD 

We used to do the dance we called obie-obie 

Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way 

My mom's words seems like yesterday 

Love Jesus, don't forget to pray 

She must have gone with the boss D.J. right? 

And feelin though, skinny coming with the nine millimetres 

'Cause he who has the money has the authority 

And respect to the man with the Uzi 

The eight oh eight kick is on my hit list 

And this beat's cooking like an Ital Dish 

It wasn't hard for me to do, it was so easy 

Because to me loops loops tight go naturally 

Mom's words seem like yesterday 

Now in '94 we got an S.T.P. 

A half pack of smokes, and oh yes, and Sammy 

A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee 

A dalmatian and a girlfriend 

But I ain't got no money-ne-ne-ne