Frost

Frost - Latin Kings lyrics

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[Mad One]

Never mind what you claim to know

Your last name slow, becomes irrelevant

Heaven sent, I'm militant, born Spanish and innocent

Lifestyle's assumed, the past consumes me

with stereotypes and tel-lie-vision that I see

how to be, an understandable role model for the youth

when I'm speakin with my neck in this noose

Cut me loose amigo, tu hermano latino

Soy chicano, vamos down the same camino

Controlando y vigilando dinero cause

nobody moves more contraband than San Diego

La frontera, mera mera, we got the biggest border

in the world so we're seein all the feria

Don't get caught with your pants down

We advance ground, and got a list of demands now

It's for the brown crowd, spanish queens

Filtered Souls, and West Coast Latin Kings

Latin Kings, peep the flow we bring

Every show shake the scene, you know the routine

Top notch players, dope rhyme sayers

Latinos, tenemos que unirnos

[x2]

[Shysti]

Low profile lifestyle, I love my jefita bonita

Cookin frijoles con aguita

Salsita, con tortillas hecho a mano

Damn it feels good to be chicano!

Soy travieso, latino fino to the hueso

Respeto, to all my gente en el ghetto

Mejico, Suramerica Aztlan y Puerto Rico

Pobre grande y chico, sabor rico

Don't you understand?

We were the first to hit the switch

now they're bouncin in Japan

Fumando puros de Cuba

Menudo pa'la cruda

Plantando tomates y lechuga

Sarapes y juaraches

Feelin sucio salvaje en el zoot suit traje

Tomo vino con latinos unidos

Bailando al sonido, hay dios mio!

Latin Kings, peep the flow we bring

Every show shake the scene, you know the routine

Top notch players, dope rhyme sayers

Latinos, tenemos que unirnos

[x2]

[Kid Frost]

The latin race, above la ley

It's Mr. Old School veterano from East L.A.

Nino de nieve, straight up and down for the plebe

Heinas sittin pretty in my ragtop Chevy

Just ask Shysti, and homeboy will tell you

We stack big mail down here in San Diego

So I smash with Baby Beesh, thinkin bout cash

Sidewindin down the 5 to the 6-1-9

Page the homey Mad One, he told me that he had one

A whole kilo, meet him down in San Recida

So I quickly changed clothes, switched up my rental

Checked out the mo mo I'm payin on my incidentals

Got my mind made up, fuck a feud and a hoodrat

I got a stack for all the god damn scratch

Scrilla, feria

So watch out when I come into your ar-ea

Latin Kings, peep the flow we bring

Every show shake the scene, you know the routine

Top notch players, dope rhyme sayers

Latinos, tenemos que unirnos

Thanks to marisol for these lyrics

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