(feat. Frost & Diamonique)
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[Verse: Frost]
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Let me take you back in time with this old school rola
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Kick a little rhyme for the cholos and cholas
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This Big Frost, East Los, the rap vetarano
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Still stay boracho, still stay marijuano [inhale] [exhale]
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You lame chavalas, no, you can't say nada
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Yeah, we keeps a loaded cuete that'll feed you full of valas
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Cruisin' the calles in a drop Impala
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Chevrolet
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213, East L.A. (Yeah)
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I dip and hit the switch
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On my way to the barrio
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To pick up ya bitch, I mean a heina
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Tonight, ese, don't try to find her
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She's with the label now, homeboy, we sign her
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You know I'm a cold piece, Frost be the hielo
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On her back, legs opens
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Starin' at the cielo
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Then it's doggystyle with the face in the pielo
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Kid Frost, the big boss, forever stay frio
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Game right here, holmes, I sell by the kilo
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And that's real talk, said no pedo
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You don't believe it, you can ask the homie, Dedos
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[Fingazz:]
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Yeah
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That's right
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[Diamonique:]
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It's the Queen of the West, and I'm brown and proud
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About fifteen years, I been puttin' it down
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Just like my homie Lil Rob
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He's been doin' his thang (Uh huh)
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Y'all don't know that my boy is a Chicano rap king (Yeah)
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So get it up (Come on)
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And all mi gente
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In they lowride Chevys, hit a switch, raise it up
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Now drop it down (Uh huh)
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And hit the boulevard
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On A Sunday Afternoon, cruisin' around
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Hey, there's a war goin' on in the streets
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So my people gotta squash all the beat (Yeah)
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Yo
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Cause some people from this side, and people from that side
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That's side wide, and more fools gon' die
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And it's a neverending drama (Uh huh)
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And on the sideline
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There's tweaked-out baby mamas (Whoo)
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To raise the next generation (Uh huh)
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It's no wonder why we trippin' on this southern migration
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[Lil Rob:]
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From San Diego to East Los, from the west to the east coast (That's East, L.A.)
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I rock the mic and make it tight for my people (Yeah)
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Bumpin' this in the chalis of the regals (That's right)
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Chevy Impalas, a bomba with your tio (Uh huh)
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Stop at the tienda and pick up some pisto
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If I stay listo, I ain't gots to get listo (Ain't gots to get ready)
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Jump in the rag, top, I'm brown baggin' it (Brown raggin' it)
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Jump in the rag, top, I'm brown baggin' it (I'm brown raggin' it)
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Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
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No, it's Lil Rob, flyin' high, stimulatin' my brain (Stimulatin' my brain)
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Puffin' on a marijuana cigarette
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It's good shit, you need a hit if you ain't shit yet
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And you'd be high, just as high as I (Yeah)
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Ese, we don't die, we just multiply (Uh huh)
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Heh
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I put it down for the homies
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And the heinas, in the barrio, listenin' to oldies
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[Lil Rob:]
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That's right
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It's ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob
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With the homeboy, Frost
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My homegirl, Diamonique
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Puttin' that shit down
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Chicano style
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You know
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Yeah
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San Diego to East Los (That's right)
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From the west to the east coast
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Yeah
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Put it down for the brown, ese
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West Coast Ridaz
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| Lil' Rob |
