West Coast Ridaz
(专辑: Uncut For The Calles: Mextape Volume Uno - 2007)
[Verse: Frost] Let me take you back in time with this old school rola Kick a
little rhyme for the
cholos and cholas This Big Frost, East Los, the
rap vetarano Still stay boracho, still stay marijuano [inhale] [exhale] You lame chavalas, no, you can't say nada Yeah, we keeps a
loaded cuete that'll feed you full of valas Cruising the
calles in a
drop Impala Chevrolet 213, East L.A. (Yeah) I
dip and hit the
switch On my way to the
barrio To pick up ya bitch, I
mean a
heina Tonight, ese, don't try to find her She's with the
label now, homeboy, we sign her You know I'm a
cold piece, Frost be the
hielo On her back, legs opens Staring at the
cielo Then it's doggystyle with the
face in the
pielo Kid Frost, the
big boss, forever stay frio Game right here, holmes, I
sell by the
kilo And that's real talk, said no pedo You don't believe it, you can ask the
homie, Dedos [Fingazz:] Yeah That's right [Diamonique:] It's the
Queen of the
West, and I'm brown and proud About fifteen years, I
been putting it down Just like my homie Lil Rob He's been doing his thang (Uh huh) Y'all don't know that my boy is a
Chicano rap king (Yeah) So get it up (Come on) And all mi gente In they lowride Chevys, hit a
switch, raise it up Now drop it down (Uh huh) And hit the
boulevard On A
Sunday Afternoon, cruising around Hey, there's a
war going on in the
streets So my people gotta squash all the
beat (Yeah) Yo Cause some people from this side, and people from that side That's side wide, and more fools gon' die And it's a
neverending drama (Uh huh) And on the
sideline There's tweaked-out baby mamas (Whoo) To raise the
next generation (Uh huh) It's no wonder why we tripping on this southern migration [Lil Rob:] From San Diego to East Los, from the
west to the
east coast (That's East, L.A.) I
rock the
mic and make it tight for my people (Yeah) Bumping this in the
chalis of the
regals (That's right) Chevy Impalas, a
bomba with your tio (Uh huh) Stop at the
tienda and pick up some pisto If I
stay listo, I
ain't gots to get listo (Ain't gots to get ready) Jump in the
rag, top, I'm brown bagging it (Brown ragging it) Jump in the
rag, top, I'm brown bagging it (I'm brown ragging it) Look up in the
sky, it's a
bird, it's a
plane No, it's Lil Rob, flying high, stimulating my brain (Stimulating my brain) Puffing on a
marijuana cigarette It's good shit, you need a
hit if you ain't shit yet And you'd be high, just as high as I
(Yeah) Ese, we don't die, we just multiply (Uh huh) Heh I
put it down for the
homies And the
heinas, in the
barrio, listening to oldies [Lil Rob:] That's right It's ya homeboy, Ese Lil Rob With the
homeboy, Frost My homegirl, Diamonique Putting that shit down Chicano style You know Yeah San Diego to East Los (That's right) From the
west to the
east coast Yeah Put it down for the
brown, ese