I'm here, MC Kid Frost, I'm the boss, it's the big boss, my body is loaded, it's full of bullets, I'll put it in your face and you won't say nothing about those cholos, you call us what you will, you say we are assassins, your children I can kill, it's in my blood to be an Aztec warrior, go to any extreme and hold no barriers, Chicano, and I'm brown and proud, Juantes, Chingazo, Simónes, let's get down, right now, in the dirt, what's the matter, you afraid you're gonna get hurt, I'm with my homeboys, my time's my camaradas, kicking back, con mi ganga y pa' mi no digo nada, yo soy chingonese, like Acapulonese, control our throats, so don't ever try to sweat me, some of you don't know what's happening, que pasa, it's not for you anyway, cause this is for the raza, this is for the raza, raza, raza, this is for the raza, The foreign tongue I'm speaking is known as Caro, y sabes que loco, yo soy un malo, tu no sabes nada, your brain is hollow, I've been hit in the head too many times with a bottle, still you're trying to act cool, but you should know, you're so cool that I'ma call you a gulo, you're just a Pee-wee, you can't get none ever, you're a malevo, your own radio doesn't back you up, they just look at your ass and call you a poo-butt, and so I look and I laugh and say que pasa, this is for the raza, Cruising in the car, you're headed for the Volo, no one to go with me, so I had to go solo, and when I go out alone, I pack, I don't flirt with chavalas when I know that I'm strapped, every time that I pack my piece, I pull it out quick, all the nonsense will cease, just like the song when you're 18 with a bullet, got my finger on the trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it, if it gets out of hand, I know some mafiosos quick to pull out weapons, I'm so stupid, that's my Warsaw, sitting there wondering what's happening, que pasa, this is for the raza, Cruising in the car, you're headed for the Volo, no one to go with me, so I had to go solo, and when I go out alone, I pack, I don't flirt with chavalas when I know that I'm strapped, every time that I pack my piece, I pull it out quick, all the nonsense will cease, just like the song when you're 18 with a bullet, got my finger on the trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it, if it gets out of hand, I know some mafiosos quick to pull out weapons, I'm so stupid, that's my Warsaw, sitting there wondering what's happening, I'm so stupid, that's my Warsaw, www.LRCgenerator.com