Jet life, that's all playa
Fresh weed in a glass jar playa
Not the body, vampire slaya
Pull her string like a guitar playa, John Mayor
Body shakin, body snatcher,
Undertaker, come pick the track up cause this was a massacre
Spitta den beat the beat
Right side, left and then rerap it backwards
Holy maccaral, I'm low in a Malibu two door listenin to Disney Rascal
Right up ya avenue, fly as a parachute,
High as a paratrooper, before he deploy
You ain't a d-boy you a fuckin decoy
You ain't Bruce Lee nor Bruce Leroy
Can't kick bruce bruce, you a comedy boy YEAH
My mission here is to destroy the wackness
Or in all fashions from all fashions
Fools they are. pay for they sucker-ish actions
Cast out nigga the casino magic [?]
My girl from cincinnati
My weed from Cali
Feel the blitz, like a o-line, wats happenin
High Time
Evergreen pine, we snappin trees in half and use the snap to make hash with
Hede de hede [?]
My paper straight, holdin it down, I'm a paper weight
Knock off baller yo paper fake
You fallin off and I'm home plate safe
How else can I call it but how I see it?
Can't say ya name cause I ain't see ya
Flow cold, inside door of the freezer
Four hoes chose but I'm in a two seater
Follow in a cab or I'll catch ya next weekend
Either way baby girl, nigga ain't tweekin
Pleadin, please
I'm peelin off, now you realized you was dealin with a boss
Coulda took a ride but you took a loss
Got yo friend in my drop with the top takin off
At the crib her top get takin off
And she can share the details when she wake tomorrow
Awake to the morning... frost
Retract from the day
I feel no hope
Here hideaway
The fallout remains
Tuck me away throw me away
end me today
Our trek tot he light may encounter darkenss
Grinning it
Suffocates, annihilates
We fall prior
Spinning slow to get up?
Dare you let the frost settle upon you
It's a cold hard world out there
Don't end
..begin!
Summon your strength
From the hell that's been cast on you
Hopelessness clutches and twists your soul
you will succumb
If you let it get to you
It's a cold hard world out there
Don't end... begin!
Summon your strength
From the hell that's been cast on you
...can you?
when it has you...
When it has you...
Can you summon the strength?
Awake to the morning... frost
Retract from the day
I feel no hope
Here hideaway
The fallout remains
Tuck me away throw me away
end me today
Our trek tot he light may encounter darkenss
Grinning it
Suffocates, annihilates
We fall prior
Spinning slow to get up?
Dare you let the frost settle upon you
It's a cold hard world out there
Don't end
..begin!
Summon your strength
From the hell that's been cast on you
Hopelessness clutches and twists your soul
you will succumb
If you let it get to you
It's a cold hard world out there
Don't end... begin!
Summon your strength
From the hell that's been cast on you
...can you?
when it has you...
When it has you...
Can you summon the strength?
Begin!
Howling winds of the North
The cold predator of the fells
Mighty woods of the North
Under cover of darkness
Desolate and dying lands
Barren ground, covered with snow
There forever I am,
Where cold winds blow
Gathering thoughts, take me
Into a whirl of silence
Gathering thoughts, give me
Strength to survive
Wail to me my winds
Fly away with frozen wings
Take my life to your hands
O' cold wasteland... of Frost
Great land of the North
The ice shimmering upon the lakes
Great storms of the North
All life frozen to death
Freezing days of sorrow
I'm alone in this infertile world
Trapped into thy consciousness,
A flawless void pours into the indefinite shell,
Extinguishing the inner discomfort, drowning it,
And wiping the haze out of these glass bulwarks;
Emptiness of Everything magnifies thy sensitivity,
Center my powers to release
All the days gone wrong
Rip them out from my memory
Like pictures from a book
I picked flowers between the rails
Didn't hear the train coming
Before it was one yard away
I can not walk alone
Guide me, hold my hand
Protect me from the frost
Different rivers formed by our tears
Different rivers from the same sea
Words from sentences all wrong
My quotes come undone
Reanimate my creation
And close the door behind
Pride comes before fall
Ejects from the fog
Break the bowel of broken dreams
And memories
Remember the memories that were made
Forever will I fill your sails
Blank the pages of yesterday
Tomorrow breeds another day...
There's a devil in the mirror
The shit lice come writhing
Witch-song is calling
Rise up!
Beasts of the earth
Pass the filthy shit
Kiss the devils rotting asshole
Dancing in circles
Back to back
Black faced - limping like Wotan
Come now - white with blood, witch
Come and kiss the devils rotting asshole
Come and join the orgy of souls
Now crawl with me demons
Feast upon this fucked up carcass
Tonight dreams come flooding
The massacre of innocence
Kiss the devils rotten asshole
Dancing in circles
Back to back
Black as stale blood
Kiss the devils rotten asshole
Dancing in circles
With ice in his breath
And fire in his stride
Pagan shadows in his eyes
He's got the devil inside
Eastern desolation
Crypts of flagellation
Dancing into ecstasy
Driving out this sickness
Heavy like a cancer leech
Draining all life from you
A maniac stare
Impure carnal sin
On a spiritual journey
Open wide, let me in
Spiritual temptation
Of the antichrist
Hunting down the devil
Can't drive out this sickness
Heavy like a cancer leech
Draining all life from you
Let me breathe your poisoned breath
My love, my life, my misery
The death is on your lips
It is dripping, it is sleeping
Dies erae
A falling star
Red like fire
Ripping the sky
Speaking in electric pulse
Messages
A voice within
Dies erae
Broken static energy
In a dreaming daze
Yet the eyes are awake
The waves, distorted
White noise harmony
Missing time
Talking to god?
I understand this code
An imitation of life
An imitation of nature
Show me the sign
Missing time
Kick aside the slaughtered lamb
Spit in the face of the
intruder Curse his smitten
rancind face smash the bond
break these chains
cover yourself in pure filth
lunge through the blackened
fog Inverted, floating,
screaming, dead Cross the bones, grip the cross
Choke on the waves of hope
Drown in these depressive waters
Take a ride
Roll with me
Feeling good sitting with all them teens on a chevy
if you got hot drolls hit the switch now
make it hot yeah were living real rich now
if you a fine lil mommy let me hear ya
and when you see me rolling by let me hear ya
if you wanna take a ride let me hear ya
hop inside cause i wanna get near ya
(chorus - Diane Gordon)
you're no good
you're no good, baby
baby, you're no good
you're no good
you're no good, baby
baby, you're no good
(verse 1 - A.L.T.)
I was raised in a rough neighborhood
up to no good
I'm looking at the older fools in my hood
I wanna walk like 'em
I wanna talk like 'em
I wanna be a little G and hold a glock like 'em
I wear my dickies creased, I wanna sag
I wanna inhale some paint out of paper bags
and big puffing up a block got a fat money roll
and a firme '64
I guess it's me against the world
I'm only 13 and I'm raising up a baby girl
and I'm inducted in a hall of crime
'cause they jumped my ass in back in '79
now how you gonna tell me, that I should get a job
dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool
but that's how it goes in the hood
and momma used to say that I was no damn good
(chorus)
(verse 2 - A.L.T.)
I knock on the door about 6 in the morn'
"where the hell you been now it's the crack of dawn?"
I've been working in the studio hooking up some videos
but she knows I was out with some little hoes
it's like that song it's a thin line
she's starving for attention cause it's been a long time
and when I come home, I smell like a woman
there's lipstick on my collar
a phone number on a dollar
but that's just me
and just last week she found a hotel key
now every single time
she be hitting star 69
not knowing who she might find on the other line
will it be my homey
or will it be my hina
will she come home early and find her
hittin' that thing like I know I should
my woman used to tell me I was no damn good
(chorus)
(verse 3 - A.L.T.)
Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same
it's you and I killers in my gang
and all these little fools are looking up to me
I'm 33 so they're calling me an OG
and I'm telling them the stories of the old day
and how we handled things in our own way
we wouldn't drive by like a little punk
we'd tie his ass up and throw him in the trunk
we fought toe to toe and stood like a man
not shooting out the back of an Astro Van, damn
but nowadays they all on that speed and crack
and most of them ended up on their back
with a tag on their toe
I guess they didn't know
from 1981 to 1994
rest in peace
but that's how it goes in the hood
it's 1995 and it's still no good
(scratching(to all the homies rest in peace))
(feat. Mad One, Shysti)
Can you handle it?
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
[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
Si, man
Cuz it's like this
Twin 45's on my side
A big killer, filled with Mexican Pride
I'm wanted, dead or alive
I'm down for the battle on the back of a horse with no saddle
So guard your banks, and your stagecoaches
The next time motherfuckin Kid Frost approaches
Cuz "Ima take you out" is my motto
I'm eating out the worm in the tequila bottle
I got my boots on the table
Once again it's on at the Tombstone Saloon
They say the deck had five aces
So I strapped on my quettes and took ten paces
I turned around, *bang bang* was the sound
Now there's a dead man laying on the ground
A notch in my belt cuz it's like that
And then I took a piss in a dead man's hat
[Chorus]
Bam, see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Kid Frost held up the 3 o'clock train
Smoked four fools, and now they sound the same
Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James
I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters
It's a three day ride to the border
Outsmart the marshall, fuck law and order
I got by the seat of my pants
I stop to see my bitch at the Mustang Ranch
How many men can I gun down?
Back on the trail before sundown
Because the sheriff's got a posse
Thinking they can stop me
Apache territory's where they lost me
I knew they could never see me
Hangin from the branch of a big oak tree
It's me and my gang if you think you can tame us
Fuck that shit boy, I'll make you famous
[Chorus x2]
Riding threw a trail of brush and trees
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
They sent in the cavalry
The US Army, tried to disarm me
A fifty man posse, a three man gang
The odds ain't good, but it ain't no thang
See, somebody's always trying to hurt me
But I come blasting through the door with my fucking 30-30
I fire off one more round
And leave Dodge City looking like a ghost town
Cuz I done battled the Apache, fuck the Comanche
Stomped on the cavalry as if I was a stampede
I fuck up Buffalo Bill, and Billy The Kid when it starts to get in
So if you wanna bet, then I'm your number one bet
And this is what I'm saying as I'm riding through the sunset
(Guitar)
(Kid Frost)
Yeah... Rufless relativin'
497 Somebody got shot
(Verse One: Kid Frost)
When I was a kid no one gave a fuck about me
had to get my shit 'cause my parents use to doubt me
Got my first job working for the man
who picked me off the corner, see I got my first grand
and now I'm straight bankin' and payin' all the bills
my mama said "Who the fuck did you have to kill?"
it ain't even like that, I'm slick as a Fox
I keep my gat hidden' in Nike shoe box
underneath my bed the cash kept flowin'
I gotta make sure my neighborhood keeps snowin'
My daddy use to say that "I was no good"
but If I didn't do it then somebody else would
and so I sell it by the pound and even provide the key
if somebody's gotta pay then It's gotta to be me
so when I hed south muthafucka' cause I owe a
payment that came in from Sinaloa
(Now I'm...)
(Chorus: Kid Frost)
I'm headdin' down to the Mexican Border
Heading down to the Mexican Border
Heading down to the Mexican Border
I'm headin' down, headin' down
Headin' down to the Mexican Border
Headin' down to the Mexican Border
Headin' down to the Mexican Border
I'm heading down to the Mexican Border
(Verse Two: Kid Frost)
I've got the good shit that couldn't be bought
I'm rollin' up a Five with a truck full of Fuck
My Homeis on the corner like tricks in a hat
32 pounds it's like bricks in the back
I'm watchin' my speed limit let the chevrolet slide
Gotta keep it cool rollin' through Ocean Side
Then I see this Pig, rollin' up on my ass
I let up on the gas, I was going kinda fast
Now I see the red light about to get beat
Man, I felt like my nut sack sankin' to the seat
I gave her my I.D plus my registration
and I gave her the place to my got damn station
and give me the keys so I can open up the trunk
man fuck that shit
now it's one dead punk
(hahaha)
(Police=P)(Kid Frost=K)
(P)Hey beaner you wanna step (K: What?) out the fucking car?
(K)Man, Fuck you... haha
(P)No.No! (K: Yeah! That's right!)
(Chorus)
(Man)
He's gotta reputation
He's got a young bride
He's going to leave this town wishing he was wive
or of ever even been born
(Verse Three: Kid Frost)
I'm a mean muthafucka' and I want it
If I see something I don't got then I want it
and so I hide by the bushese at the stop light
a yo some my say that it's not right
but What am I to do?
get a job Homie check it
you got 6 felenies on your record
Man, you think pack tails ever gonna wan't me?
The tatoos on my arm are going to haunt me
I'm loading up my click in my (?)
and some poor fulls about to get jacked
I'm waiting for the right one, Creeping through the white one
Looking for the tools and that stupid it's street dumb
and then I see the Little Rob lookin' reluctant
I put the gun on his head and now I gotta cut him
I went to pick up some clothes from my Homeboy's house
I hit a Five on a State Five going South and now I'm
[Chorus: Don Cisco]
I'm sittin' in the club
Sippin' on bub'
Actin' like a thug, baby, can't you show me love
Just act like you want it
Just act like you want it
I'm sittin' in the club
Sippin' on bub'
Actin' like a thug, baby, can't you show me love
Just act like you want it
Just act like you want it
[Verse 1: Frost]
Welcome to the Ice Box, where the party don't stop
Fly mamacitas and breezies looking top notch
To keep it poppin'
Frozen Margaritas
Strawberry Daquiris and Bacardi breezers
Sippin' Hennessey
And Remy with the X.O.
Get you in the mood
And ready for the sex show
Hop in the Lex, hoe, get ready for the hot tub
Cause after the club, girl
You know I can't pass it up
[Nino Brown:]
It's the girl's night out, Nino B. come to play
Rollin' in my drop top, parked the valet
Believe me, you know we in the heezy
Sippin' that saucy, and I'm feelin' flossy
Now I got that ice piece, mama lookin' spicy
And I bet she nasty
Frontin' like she nicety
Droppin' that
Ecstacy, so you know, we cuttin'
We be thuggin'
Ghetto clubbin', gangsta lovin', show me somethin', baby
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jay Tee]
In the club, it's frio
But I ain't rent a G.O.
So yo, I'm 'bout to call up my primo and my tio
Still I'm mad as crackin'
Ain't nobody packin'
Everybody sippin' on yak, but ain't no jackin'
All the heinas gettin' it
Young Miami [? ]
These breezies never did it before, but tonight, they dig it
So I'm a gonna goose up, and they wanna be the oldiest
She sayin', "Player Jay Tee, your game is coldiest"
[Rappin 4-Tay:]
Toastin'
Roastin'
Rockin' by the O-Z's
Doublin' up on Moet, to Cristal and Don P.
360 degrees is how my mack'll swang
Deeper than the baby breakers 'bout to do our club thang
Parkin' lots is poppin' like a shoeshine rack
I'm macking a [? ] on my socks in the drop top Jag
Just call me the player of the entourage
And ain't no laggin' or pistol packin'
We're V.I.P.in' baby, get it in this action
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Cameosis]
Sisters at the club, searching for sugar daddies and baby daddies
Ask me do I wanna ride, in the back seat of that caddy
Leave it to me
I be driving them niggas so cold
Give them one lapdance, the booty'll get me so so far
I gets nothin'
But them papi chulos
Take it to the tele
Leave your hoe out by my pillow
I know it's to go, to the gold
Chain, the gold ring got me coming again and again
For them big thangs
Lick me on my million dollar clit ring
[Don Cisco:]
It's Mister Big Bank
My model strike it rich like lotto
Clockin' dollars, collars stay popped like champagne bottles
Picture me toastin'
With passion at the bar
Cristol clashin'
Lookin' like a storm with my jewels flashin'
Paparazzi
Shootin' flicks, cameras flashin'
All my thugs in the club, we're here
In mob fashion
In the back, the club's shacked up
We the super bad
Hush, pop the game like a clutch
What
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Don Cisco (Frost in background)]
Now can you be my breezy
Meet me late night in Tahiti
Do it live, baby
Islands of Fiji
What
You ain't never did it live in Cancun
Sippin' Cristal underneath the moon
Sittin' on the beach, white sands
Copa Cavana
Doin' it live like
Tony Montana
Tu sabes, I roll with true ballers
(?) status
Big bank dollars
Nancy's, Impalas
Duel exhausted
Windows tinted
Plus, they flosted
Bigg Frost, where you at, we G-mode (What up, dawg)
We about to hit the motel and get more dough
[Chorus: Don Cisco (Singer)]
Now we can drink a little somethin'
Burn a little somethin' (Drink a little somethin')
Have a little party, girl, turn it into somethin' (Turn it into somethin')
Mama
Call my friends, you can call your friends (Call your friends)
And we can be friends
And do it live on the weekend (Live on the weekend)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Frost]
Now with the money come the power, the losses and the clam chowders
Real G's posted up
At the Trump Towers
Ringside seats to see De La Hoya
Another K.O. for the young Aztec warrior
I'm here for you with the champagne and breezies
And after the fight
Young player, come see me
And we can put it down in the casino
We can stack
Gs out in Vegas, go ski up in Reno
We can turn it into somethin'
Get the party jumpin'
Once I get it poppin', girl, there ain't no stoppin'
And I know you love my estilo, you fly sexy mama
Rub a suntan
Lotion on your back in the Bahamas
[Chorus x3]
[Hook: Don Cisco (Singer in background)]
Drink a little somethin'
Burn a little somethin' (Drink a little somethin')
Turn it into somethin' (Turn it into somethin')
Drink a little somethin'
Burn a little somethin' (Call your friends)
And turn it into somethin' (And we can be friends, do it live on the weekend)
[Verse 3: Don Cisco & Frost]
[Cisco:]
Now we can turn it into somethin', real B-I-G
Burn a little somethin', baby, get high with me
You wanna ride with me
And do it live with me
I got my main man, Frost, on the side with me
[Frost:]
It ain't nothin' but a party and a (Benz on twins)
And if you wanna get it crackin' (Girl, call your friends)
Make it happen
[Both:] Frontin' ain't nothin'
[Frost:] Frost and Cisco (Came to turn it into somethin')
[Pre-Chorus: Don Cisco]
It ain't nothin' but a
Party, fiesta
Puffin' yesca
Doin' it live with the breezies lookin' fresca
Party, fiesta
Puffin' yesca
Doin' it live with the breezies lookin' fresca
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x2]
[Singer:]
Drink a little somethin'
Turn it into somethin'
Call your friends and we can
Be friends
(Frost)
Haha
Yeah
Now let me tell you about my neighborhood
As I scan through the city, it's not all bad, there's some good
So if you roll through my town don't be nervous
You can still catch a family at a Sunday service
Or hanging out, cooling out, just barbequing
If you ask me, you better check what you be doing
Cuz if you look past the liqour store on every corner
You can find a working man in a van, a home owner
Not everyone is drunk in a ditch
As a matter of fact I heard a broke man became rich
And so it makes me wanna frown
That you would want to put me down cuz my neighborhood of town
But that's cool, it ain't nothing new
So I'ma tell the truth about the hood on this record for you
Now check it
If I could make this world perfect I would, but I can't
And I still got nothing but love for the hood
(Chorus x2: Rich Garcia)
I got love, love, love, love, love
Nothing but love
Nothing but love, love, love, love, love
Nothing but love for the hood
(Frost)
I know a kid born in the projects too
And you should see the things he was subjected to
That didn't mean that he would do the same
Like go find a gun, or run with a gang
He took the right route, he learned a little math
A college education, now a champange of bubble bath
I know another man who makes $4.25
Works two jobs to keep his family alive
You say it's bad? But why's this man filled with joy?
Every Saturday he's playing ball with his little boy
And raising him the right way
Showing him a way out you might say
You see, you're never too old to learn
So just sit back and listen as I take my turn
If I could make this world perfect I would, but I can't
And I still got nothing but love for the hood
(Chorus x2)
(Frost)
Population 69, 000
Now that's a whole lot of people that my hood be housing
Most of them are happy, make the best from the worst
But you be trying to act like the ghetto is cursed
Now check it, little kids playing out in the park
Mama yelling out their name when it gets dark
An old man, he takes out his garbage cans
And then he turns with a smile to shake the next man's hand
And all I see is love and sensitivity
But if the government could, then they'd get rid of me
But now I sure am glad that I was brought up strong
Now let me tell you, mama brought the Frost up with values
And if you fall, then I'ma be the first one to help you out
And see, you thought I was the worst one
If I could make this world perfect I would, but I can't
And I still got nothing but love for the hood
[Kid Frost]
We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop
Blowin big out green, check out my gangsta tint
Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey
And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up
So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good
Have you trippin like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood
We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum
It's real shit, think of it, just musical rappin
[Kurupt]
Check it out
I'ma tell you what it is when you're fuckin with a gangsta like me
Throw some gold feet on the MC
Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats
Swervin up a one-way, dippin on a Sunday
Not givin a fuck nigga Frost and Kurupt
Nigga motherfuck a bitch nigga, dip and hit a switch nigga
Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a nigga
Blaze up a stick and bounce with a nigga
You fuckin with some outlaws
(gangstas/what) packin on pistolas
Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
[x2]
[King T]
Man let the summer begin
The heat excites the east siders
Ain't nothin but G's and lowriders
Dippin in the tightest, indoed out, benzoed out
Fool we got the Henn no doubt
My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out
Make sure the chronic smoke blows out
Them tricks got no clout, cause they hatin how we serve it
Don't test T-Loc it ain't worth it, I serve it
[Kurupt]
I'm tired of these bitch made niggaz
Actin like they comin through with hammers and triggers
I'll pull your whole card, nigga you ain't hard
Your homey's a bitch on the left with dick on his breath
I make fo's hop, what the fuck do you do
I done smacked around bitch niggaz just like you
A gangsta's a gangsta and that's all I'll be
What you wanna do homey, chest blew through homey
You fuckin with some outlaws
(gangstas/bitch) packin on pistolas
Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
[x2]
[Kurupt]
Get high, fuck erything I'm blastin on site
Throwin up the hood for life
Movin in loco-motion, heated cause it's on
These niggaz done came through and invaded the zone
[Kid Frost]
Now ain't no mercy when we dealin with these putos
Ask the homey Kurupt, he said the feelin is mutual
We lay em down on site, on GP
Hit em up for la raza and for DPG
[Kurupt]
I got a cannon for the bustaz, fuck the world
Gangstas and cascades, perms and curls
The M-16's bitches, 16 switches
Impalas, drops and pop collars
[King T]
And ain't nuttin changed, still standin by the bar
Drunk as a motherfucker, shinin like a star
And if you took a glance let me tell you what you saw
A god damn fool, yes yes y'all
You fuckin with some outlaws
(gangstas/..) packin on pistolas
Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
(intro)
Homeboy 1 - Hey, there goes that mother fucker kid Frost. (whistle)
Homeboy 2 - Hey Frost come here, ese!
Frost - What's up?
Homeboy 1 - Hey what's up, holmes?
Homeboy 2 - What's up, how you doing?
Lady - Hey guys!
Little Girl - Hi Guys!
Homeboys 1, 2, and Frost - Hey what's up?
Lady - Hi Guys!
Homeboy 2 - Hey Frost I want to introduce you to one of the homeboys from
the nieghborhood. This is Little School. School, that's Kid Frost.
Frost - What's up, holmes?
Little School - Hey Frost, bust an old school jam!
Frost - Alright little homie, yeah. Heh Heh!
(Verse 1 - Frost)
Q-vo, aqui estoy, yeah it's the big boy
down with the homegirls, down with the homeboys
kicking back, listening to a Huggy Boy rola
waiting for the night to hit so we can find some cholas
I told you I'll come back in nine tray
bumpin' in my six tray
cruising in the calle
I gots my parle
horale ese
cause when I do it, I do it all day (all day)
and then I come back again
with another stack to spin
on all my friends
and now I get my gangster roll on
brand new clothes on
and so on and so on
and now I need to beat the flow on
here it is right here Frost man go on
yeah it's smoke going out with a bang
cause it ain't nothing but a family thing, yeah
(chorus - Rich Garcia)
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
(verse 2 - Frost)
Oye vato, what's up loco?
check out the style of my vocal
and take a look and see what the cab dropped in
one big bad ass mexican
and I'm ready for anyone, down for anything
and I can pass any test that many bring
vatos wanna know where I'm from
I'm from the varrio East Los Aztlan
and ain't no nieghborhood can mess with that
cause it ain't where your from it's where you're at, now
chavalillos in the park after dark
and the hoodlums run scared when the dogs bark, so
get out the nieghborhood and don't look back
because I cut no slack when I'm holding a tech
and it's all about backing up your last name
we in the same game, it's a family thing
(chorus)
It's a family affair (me and la familia)
It's a family affair (always)
It's a family affair (together forever)
It's a family affair (ooh yeah)
(verse 3 - Frost)
Kid Frost back and I'm down
and my familia is anyone whose skin is brown
Rancheros and the trucks so the grey vans
taggers in the alley with a bag full of spraycans
here come the jura gotta bail out
and even them .?. and the cops bug they sell out
the cholos the cholas who ain't soft
it's the mean mafioso gangster Frost
comin' at ya, don't try to slam me
cause mexicans always got a big ass family
the quetes, the valas, the Chevy Impalas
the gang bang cycles with the media collars
so if you're brown you're down, so stay proud
and remember no busters allowed
cause the mexican people is a big ass gang, yeah
it's a family thing, huh
(chorus)
It's a family affair (hey now now yeah)
It's a family affair (me and la familia)
It's a family affair (It's a family affair)
It's a family affair (la la la la la la la)
It's a family affair (kicking it with the homegirls)
It's a family affair (kicking it with the homeboys)
It's a family affair (all night, all night, all day)
It's a family affair (all day, having a good time, yeah)
It's a family affair (eeeee)
It's a family affair (en la familia)
It's a family affair (together, together)
It's a family affair (forever, always)
[Frost]
Frost
Hit me, 2001
Oh yeah, I'm back
Album number seven
Yeah
Perro escucha, let me holla at ya
Still sharp as a filero with the heart to come snatch ya
Frost is still down clown, no me digas nada
Coming with that Brown sound in '90 with La Raza
Eleven years later, seven albums greater
Still kicking flavor, still love to see my young Latins getting paper
I ain't no hater, it's West Coast on mine
Brown Pride, still down with that big Eastside
Man I gotta send a Q-Vo to my Boricua brother
Big Pun Rest In Peace, there'll never be another
Joey Crack who got my back in the Boogiedown Bronx
Y'all know Fat Joe, Cuban Link, and Terror Squad
I hopped up on a plane, met up with Don Cisco
I flew from LA, he flew from Frisco
Stomp like Mazdas through fifty states
Rock car shows and concerts, then bounce rock skates
To H-Town to get down with the Tejanos
SPM and all my Hustle Town hermanos
Baby Beesh my vale clicka camarada
Jay Tee from the V, let me see ya pop your collar
We squat Impalas in Pueblo with Beto
Back to the Springs all over rocky Colorado
Rolex movado, Mexico to Tahoe
Back to Vegas burning vegas full of palo
[Frost]
Haha, we in Las Vegas now man
Let's get high Cisco, man fire that shit up dog
[Don Cisco]
Yo yo, and for these trees we need some Mexicali phillies
Hey yo let me drop, before we get to the hotel man stop at the store
[Frost]
Now we at the venitian waiting for the chicas to come
Presidential suit, called up Clika One
Bad Boy, Brown, Romero is my perro
In the 702 and the '72 Monte Carlo
Pedal to the metal headed to the Monte Carlo
Then to the House of Blues cuz that's where all the stars go
Cisco seen a stripper that he knew from Frisco
Sipping liquor and had a thick girlfriend with her
That's when he introduced her to my macking
Hi my name is Frost mama, let's get it cracking
It's time to go Cisco, bring your friends, let's make it happen
Six bottles of Cris mixed with pit bull and Latin
Fools when we're rapping just like my homey Lil'
A Sicko from Diego, a wino off ripple
I know we shouldn't drink, we got an early flight
It's Phoenix tomorrow but it's Vegas tonight
The city that never sleeps so you know we didn't
Hungover at the airport at six, I ain't bullshitting
[Frost]
Man Cisco I ain't gonna make it dog
I'm hella tired
[Don Cisco]
Whoo, burned out
We ain't got no more trees fool
[Frost]
What?
[Don Cisco]
What we gonna do?
[Frost]
Man we're flying back to LA today man
[Don Cisco]
Who we gonna fuck with, Black?
[Frost]
Nah man, Mexico
[Frost]
That's the way to go though, my homey got the dodo
The guero with the best yesca straight from Acapulco
Shoot a fool to Phoenix from Nevada, guess we're loco
But it's a no no to do a show without the dodo
What I'm supposed to smoke after the show at the mo mo
You know my estilo, baby hop into my low low
Indoor outdoor, came through without
The coffee shops in Amsterdam know what I'm about
[waitress]
Welcome to Amsterdam Frost
It's good to see you again
Today's specials are purple haze mixed with blonde Lebanese
And blueberry mixed with black Afghanistan
[Frost]
Yeah I want that too
[Don Cisco]
Me gusta
[Don Cisco]
Playboy shit, designer weed and Belvedere
Dime piece chicks in G-strings with rabbit ears
Atmosphere full of smoke, whole crew ranching
Five star hotels become the Hugh Hef' mansion
Don Cisco, I love getting lap dances
But baby hold on, I got a call from the Hit-A-Lick expansion
*phone rings*
[Don Cisco]
Get up, get up
Baby move
Hello?
[Tony G]
[Don Cisco]
Ton' G what's up
[Tony G]
What up man
Hey where the fuck's Tootie at
[Don Cisco]
Here's right here hold on
Frost
[Frost]
What's up dog
[Tony G]
Hey man, what are you doing
You gotta get down here at Hit-A-Lick tonight
Finish this damn album, man what's wrong with you
[Frost]
Damn man, we up here at Amsterdam dog
But man we're gonna get on a plane and do it right now dog
For sure
[Tony G]
Man you better get down here and knock it out
Tonight, tonight
[Frost]
The next thing you know we was on a flight
Back to LA the very same night
Game tight but LAX lost my luggage
I'm a boss so I chalked it up and just said fuck it
Me and Cisco hopped into the Cherokee truck
On dubs, stopped by the liquor store and got us some blunts
And then we hit the mall to quickly get fitted
Called Tony G, said we'd be there in twenty minutes
Pulled up to the parking lot, the spot was packed
ALT and Nino Brown, they got my back
Slowpain pulled up in a coke white El Camino
G-Fellas, Frost and Cisco, West Coast Gambinos
Pablito said that Hit-A-Lick's the place for me
Been down with Tony G since '83
Me, Ruthless and Eazy and like Peter, Paul and Mary
I been down since '95 when I first signed with Jerry
Heller, before that I was at Virgin getting cheddar
(feat. Above The Law, Kokane)
[Intro:]
[Kokane:] the whole fuckin' world is goin' mad [Laughter]
well check this out
what the fuck would you do if you only have five minutes
to live
would you do some evil shit
[Km.G:] hell yeah
[Kokane:] or would you repent the name of your motherfuckin' soul
yo Frost
[Frost:] what's up
[Kokane:] tell these motherfuckers your last confession
[Verse 1: Frost]
the murders, I never really planned them
I just read through the telephone book chose them randam
Mrs Jones, 215 South Michigan, Apartment 14, yo my victim
I'm at home polishin' my Chrome and rollin' joints
and put the silent knot in the tips of the hollow points
dumb bitch, left the door unlocked
now I'm puttin' on my Ski mask and .45 is cocked
tryin' to stay quit, the front door is squeezed
anxious, I haven't seen blood of weaks
known that cops wanna fold me
thinkin' of some shit my psychiatrist told me
but fuck it, I wanted so that I taste it
one more fantasy for feelin' this one life wastin'
and they said I have a fucked up view
now purpose through our head and here's your moment of true...
[Chorus x2: Km.G]
we have been to the last days
last equation, in this situation
nobody seems concern
as the world turns, as the world turns
[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
now see it was once said, yo reap what you sow
but I guess I forgot what I was told
ugh, I came deep yo, I can't sleep
I'm havin' a vision of the homey layin' dead in the streets
"who did it, who did it"
I don't know, kept peepers over this bitch
on the North side named sherk
so now we on the who-ride, to check that nympho
pistol whipped, the hoe told the Info
made her call that motherfucker up, told her tell him that you horny
I told her have a nice day
I shot her in the head twice, put her down the hallway
right about me, I heard a car pulled up
yeah, hear comin' the punk, but he about to get fucked
ugh, knock, knock, I let the door slide open
and let my Desert Eagle, do the smokin' fool...
[Verse 3: Km.G]
I can exchangin', I can handlin'
I still flow for all my partners
cause suckers doin' damage
now I'm on the other side, nigga is lookin' in
shootin' letters from the Pen, address in my kid
what up, they just shouts to the 'Row
Choas to the left, seven else to the rows below
and we waitin' for an appeal, so chill
and they capin' to put up a double meal tickets
so now we kick it, ooh I fucks up and I'm still doin' wrong
and trip while write these fly ass rap songs
teachin' to the balls as I steal
cause doctor said we can't get the cheer motherfucker...
[Chorus x2: Km.G]
we have been to the last days
last equation, in this situation
no body seems concern
as the world turns, as the world turns
[Verse 4: Frost]
lookin' at my clock tickin' in my cell
11: 55, five minutes to hell [Clock Strikes]
soon I will be deceased, takin' to the priest
how did I become this caged up beast
the guard said open up cell block six
I never really liked that son of a bitch
just the punishment fits the crime
a boy said come on, Frost it's time
shackle, walking through the corridor
there were faces, that I never saw before
insert the prosecuter, and some from the press
no bly verse and no last request
I've come strapped and my ankles and wrists
hittin' my eye shed not even resists
and then I get the Grim Reaper kiss
the lights went dim and all you heard was this...
[Frost:]
Yeah
Ha ha
Frost (Frost)
Jay Tee (Jay Tee)
Baby Beesh (Baby Beesh)
Philly Blunt (Philly Blunt)
Yeah [inhale]
It's for all them players [exhale]
Hustlers
Ballers
And thugsters
[Verse 1: Frost]
As a youngster, I never knew nada
Smoking on cheeba, and workin' on my pop's old school Impala
Not a scholar, even though I should of hit the books
Heart of a savage stone crook with a gangsta look
On my face
All about the paper chase
I was laced as a teen with a triple beam
Trump tight
I gambled all day and night
Pitbull, cock fights
And shootin' dice
I had to hustle til I pulled a muscle out my body
Looked up to Tony Montana and John Gotti
As times changed, Bigg Frost had to move with 'em
Big bread, bad bitches, I had to groove with 'em
Six suits, well dressed
And now I press
CDs for them locos and them little G's
And if you locked in the struggle when you feelin' this
Get your grind on, dawg, all I'm sayin' is
[Chorus: Philly Blunt]
Hustlin'
Ballers
Keep on makin' money
Players
Shotcallers
Get your milk and honey
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jay Tee]
In the game, tryin' to win it
Represent it
Squattin' tough
Windows tinted
With two H.K.'s I just rented
I'm all up in it
Nathin' but riders roll around with me
They sell a pound with me, even break it down with me (Ya know)
I heavy hustle
For everything I'm earnin' (Earnin')
It ain't no refunds, there's no return to keep my tires
Burnin'
I hit the gas, break a yolk with ya
But I can't smoke with ya, I ain't goin' broke with ya
I be's a grinder
Never get behind the
Punk police (Fuck 'em)
Cause man, they might find her
What I been makin', there's no mistakin'
I got the fiends shakin'
It's big bread that they breakin' (That's right)
I took a ten, turned it into twenty (Into twenty)
Stay out the pen and started stackin' plenty down for me
Gente (Gente)
So holla if you feel me (If you feel me)
Player Jay Tee, yo man, I'm in this til they kill me
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Baby Bash]
Well now, there's twenty-eight grams in a zip of cocaine
So player, don't trip, if I grip, the whole thang
And flip it once (What)
And flip it once (Oooh)
I split the blunts (What)
I shoot the dices (Yeah)
Now I can holla on the dollar when it come to scrill
And can you feel
See seven, nine to ten players ain't real
They wanna ride, but they slippin' like a transmission
Squares got the rules missin' (Squares)
Now why they bullshittin'
Mob shit, player (Mob shit)
That's what I does (I smoke)
Two phat bacons and I'm half way buzzed
I sport Lugz and Jordans, see I'm affordin' cause my money's long
And one love to my folks who got the hustle on
Range Rove's sportin' super bad Kangols
Since '89, stackin' paper, never save hoes
Some don't understand
How I pop my P's
I throw it up
To them players if you stack your cheese
[Kurupt]
It's Friday
[Don Cisco]
Oye?
[Frost]
Yeah, yeah, Frost
Don Cisco, Soopafly, Kurupt...
[Don Cisco]
Fred Wreck waz up, boy? [Next Friday]
This is for the fly señoritas, mamacitas, baby...
[Kurupt]
Smoke something, baby
[Don Cisco]
You ready for this? Come on.
[Frost]
Look how we do now, pop chanpagne with the brunette
L.A. so hot, I rock ICE just to cool down
I ride's on spoke dubs in the street
All the ladies on the front that's loving the heat
So turn the beat up watcha, shake to the Cha Cha
Go ahead girl, let the whole world watcha
You know I want you, yo te quiero
You can be my gata and I can be your perro
Game tight, much sharper than a filero
This can be your ticket out the ghetto
A huevo, el mero mero, and the Don Cisco
And the Soopafly, K, get it going on.....
[Don Cisco]
To all my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
50 by 50 come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
Recognize a thugh and respect me
Morena, Boriquas, Cubanas and Niquas
Sexy Chicanitas, all you fly mamacitas
Me gusta, when you start talking my Lingo
Say she ain't got a Hombre and she love to be single
That's why she hit the club with the girls tonight
You want to shine, go ahead is your world tonight
Shake your thing, break it down, move your body around
You ain't know? It's a party when my crew hits town
Now what?
[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Señorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
I'm talking to my Mamacita
[Soopafly]
Hey! yo! I make the ladies rock their drop tops and keep it hot
Lock it in their twat and recite the flows I got
I chip off rocks so smooth I let them slip off
Girls be all flocking the stage to watch me get off
Soopa making a cold manouver, I'm talking to you
Can you shine this boots I'm knocking and running through you?
Drop the Boo-ya it's me they running to now
Who can stop my track? I'm macking them like I'm Dru Down
The first haters that step get kill and peeled
Messing with Soopa
you'll be having your conversation with wilt the steel
Your eyes reveal, my ladies stay on tilt,
I re-candle the flame by sticking ah! to each dame
Like Arriba! Soopa and Frost smooking chiva
Kurupt, Cisco came through with the drink Eurika
I saw you take that money, don't make me beat you
Top greedy and sexy is ready... who that?
[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Señorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
I'm talking to my Mamacita
[Kurupt]
I love freaking, I love freaking,
I love me a Bon-bon Puerto Rican
Different skirts different weekends,
from L.A. to San Juan, Puerto Rico
I still move Perico, to the chicas and the chicos, Ay! Dios mio!
Neo, cam, strong, Capone, Stallone, concrete stone is home
Kurupt and Daz, Soopa Fly, Cisco, Hash
Frost, Big Fred, Tijuana, Cancun, Blast!
Smoking Mexicali, Slim Southern California Cali
OG Russell Simmons with women about a dozen
All my cousins California living sipping Tequila goosing
(As soon as we get home from work, ha ha yeah!
We gonna have to pop and purk, wha what?)
Cisco, C-note, Big Hash
Cisco and Hash, baby, no! Tango and Cash...
[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Señorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost
Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss
My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas
I put it in your face and you won't say nada
Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will
You say we are assassins an we are sent to 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 I'm proud
Guantes, chingazos, simon tu sabes, get down
Right now, in the dirt
What's the matter? You afraid you're gonna get hurt?
I'm with my homeboys, my camaradas
Kicking back millaje, y pa mi no vale nada
Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese
Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me
Some of you don't know what's happening que pasa
It's not for you anyway, cuz this is for the Raza
(Chorus x2)
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
The form I'm speaking is known as Calo
Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo
Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes halo
Been hit in the head too many times with the palos
Still you trying to act cool, but you should know
You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo
You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever
You're a leva
Your own barrio doesn't back you up
They just look at your ass and call you a poolbutt
And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa
Yeah, this is for the Raza
(Chorus x2)
Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo
No want to go with me, so I had to go solo
And when I go out alone I'm packed
I touch all that chavalas when they know that I'm strapped
Everytime that I pack my piece
I pull it out quick all the nonsense desease
Just like the song when you're 18 With A Bullet
Got my finger on a trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it
If it gets out of hand I know some mafiosos
Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso
Sitting there wondering what's happened, que pasa
Yeah, this is for the Raza
This is a dramatization, the names have been changed
To protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories
I'm about to tell, so listen up and listen up well
Here are the true accounts and incidents and still to me
It makes no sense, ignorance is a major role but here's a fact
I feel you can ignore no more
Homicide on the murder scene another frustrated gang
Related senseless slaying victim, a young product of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him, true, a few may stand
In disbelief but the majority will sigh a relief, because of the fact
He was a menace to society and gang violence was his first priority
So, now you take a look to see what this abouta someone quicka
With the trigga, straight cold shot him, dead in a puddle of blood he lay
Another typical day in the streets of L.A.
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide and just for trying to act brave, tryin' to be a hero
Sent you to a early grave, the violent death, it took place at around six
And eyewitnesses say that it went like this, "There was this lady
Who was chillin' in a alley, positive I.D. included that
Her name was Sally", Sally had just got off the bus from a job
When she met three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came across the scene, he knew what was happenin'
But by then it was too late, the thugs started blastin'
Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do?
If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue?
My man, he tried, that's how he died, he was shot
Right between the eyes, tryin' to do a good deed, shoot
That could've been me, I'm glad I'm not the one
Who must explain this to his family
Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Break it down
Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter
It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red
One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead
Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled
Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head
As soon as it happened, everybody broke
Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke
Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat
For if you rat, you might too get the gat
And get added to the list of those who fatally died
In the statistics, that's known as homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
**Frost talking**
what's up girl
I aint seen you in a while
you looking good
Sexy lady
{I know you want me}
{I know you need me}
Sexy lady
{do you really want me, do you really need me}
(Verse One)
Can you remember when I told you that you rock my world
but you was young and you was daddy's little diamond girl
I can't forget the day when you was posted up at school
With your home girls and I was scooping up my crew
You was only seventeen and I felt a fool
Cuz seventeen could get a homie twenty-two
That couldn't stop me from having fantasy
and made me wounder, we could sail the seven seas
and I was fiending fo ya, I was dreaming fo ya
but then I heard the news you was leaving California
On the way to college for an education
and I was happy for you, gave you my congratulations
Situation under mind, we said good bye
You was the only girl to ever make me cry
Yo, if I send a dozen roses they would probably die
From all the tear drops and I can't even lie
(Chorus 2X)
Your a good girl now
Your were daddy's little girl {yes I'm ready}
Can I hold you {yes I'm ready}
Your a good girl now
You were daddy's little girl {yes I'm ready}
Wrap your arms around me {yes I'm ready}
(Verse Two)
They was telling me you doing good and working hard
but as for me steady huslin on the boulevard
Sometimes I catch my self In a memory bliss
Just thinking about you and the way you blew your kiss
With your big brown eyes and them candy lips
They way you did your hair running down your hips
but you was raised with them good old fashion ways
and never gave a damn if I was getting paid
You made your own life and you were doing right
Look at all the negativity you had to fight
and that's the type of women any man will get on his knees
Burning beggin please I loved it when you teased me
but I was raised on streets and I'm makin moves
Even thought you knew the things I do you disaproved of
I hope you doing well, it's kinda hard to tell
Every single day you got me checking on my mail
(Chorus 2X)
(Frost talking)
yea what's up girl
I heard you was coming home soon
I hope it's true
yea we got a lot to talk about
and I can't wait to see you
call me
You said you ready baby {I'm ready}
You said you want me girl {I want you}
You said you need me {I really really need you}
I'll make you feel right
(Verse Three)
Since you been away I'm praying for a better way
and I've been searching for it every single day now
Hoping for a second chance maybe another dance
Used to be a player now I'm fiending for a romance
I must apologize to you in my heart and soul
I gotta say it's been a thrill for me to watch you grow
I know you ready fo the, I think I'm ready fo the
Let's get together baby and I'm show you
[Spoken:]
Yea Yea
Low Pro File
Slow Jam
For All The Lovers
Low Pro File
Slow Jams
[Verse 1:]
Jump In My Low Ride
39 Chevy Classic
Go Ahead Girl Hit The Switch
And Watch It Push Up Quick
My Lil Mama
U The Type That Brings Me No Drama
A Girl Like U Keeps My Attitude A Lil Calmer
Lets Go Round Town Just For A Lil While
It Dont Matter Where We At Jsut Aslong As I Get To See That Smile
Baby We Can Hit A Hotel
Might As Well
I Know U Got A Boyfriend But Dont Worry I Wont Tell
Gurl I Could Be Ur Friend
Or I Could Be Ur Lover
Or I Could Be Ur Undercover Lover
Till The End Baby Ignore All The Rumors
Bout Me Here In Skins
Baby Im Just Trying To Get With U
Im Just Trying To Win
[Chorus: x2]
I Need A Girl Like U Who Keeps It True
I Dedicate This Rola For The Luv Of U
Take U On A Late Night Rondevue
And Do All The Things That Lovers Do
[Verse 2:]
My Beat Was Floating Like A Yaht
And Im Ready To Blaze
Smoking On That Cusion Leave U High For Days
Ride On A Slide Through That Southside Streets
And Ill Admit Babygirl U Look So Damn Right
Tonight Girl Its All About U And Me
All On Display For All The World To See
And Imma Keep It G Girl
And Imma Set U Free Girl
Lace Ur Fine Ass Up With Them Diamonds And Pearls
Jump To The Hot Tub
Massages And Back Rubs
Tonight Baby Girl We Gonna Fall In Love
I Swear Ur An Angel Girl Sent From Above
Its Ur Sweet Love Ive Been Thinkin Of
[Chorus: x2]
I Need A Girl Like U Who Keeps It True
I Dedicate This Rola For The Luv Of U
Take U On A Late Night Rondevue
And Do All The Things That Lovers Do
[Verse 3:]
A Girl Like U Is Hard To Find
U Only Come Into Mind
When I First Laid Eyes On U I Knew U Had To Be Mine
Wats Ur Name Baby Where Do U Live
Is It Ok If I Call U
Up Do U Have Any Kids
Is There A Man In Ur Life And If Not Can I Take U Out
Abotu Ten O Clock Girl How Does Dat Sound
And If Ur Down
We Can Roll All Over Town
Bust An All Nighter Girl
I Know U Luv How Dat Sounds
Picture U And Me Hair Blowing In The Wind
With U By My Side I Never Wanted To Win
More That Real
True To The End
Girl Im Loving Ur Grin
We Could Do This All The Tiem
Babygurl Watch Ur Man
[Chorus: x2]
I Need A Girl Like U Who Keeps It True
I Dedicate This Rola For The Luv Of U
Take U On A Late Night Rondevue
[Xzibit:]
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Kid Frost:]
This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't take no for a answer
Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, Gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the X Man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some Olde English that's covered with frost
And it's like that
[Chorus:]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers
Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways
[Frost:]
I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like Swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the H-K with the laser
Slid the Enterpriser, rent a 99 black Blazer
I shot straight at Merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the Peppermint Casino
I been a player before I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches
[Chorus]
[Jayo Felony:]
I don't give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like Delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? That shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch
From our mouths comes fire
The last star has fallen to earth
The sun has turned black
The sky is painted in shadow
The animals lay rotting
All life is dead
At the end
The end of earth
The final breath of life
Has faded
Locust storm like thunder
Our sea turns to poison
Fire eats the earth
The rivers run dry
The cry of mankind roars
As it slips into the abyss
At the end
The end of earth
The final breath of life
Has faded
Crossed over into shadow
Where evil never sleeps
It lurks, waiting
The final cold twist of a knife
A rope around your neck
A betrayal
The final splinter through your heart
The return to beyond
A dirty storm cloud
A murky darkness
Disaster
Grief
A whole ocean of tears
There is no counting them
And no light
Brothers will kill brothers
The misery, infinite
And no light
Brothers will kill brothers
A whole ocean of tears
The misery, infinite
And no light
Brothers will kill brothers
A dirty storm cloud
A murky darkness
Disaster
Visions, evil
Fire, sculpture
Souls, turds
Vomit, silence
Distorted
Ripping, bastard
Filthy black shit
The rise of the end
My heart is a filthy black turd
Winter, torment, necro, tomb
Coild, sodomy, eternal, sorrow
(A.L.T.)
Domino, now we're in the mix
I know that you holdin' 3-5 and a double 6
I got yo' money fool now what you gonna do
You're actin' like them fools on the other side do
But all that heebity-heebity shit is old
We got 15 platinum to your one pussy ass gold
(Hold up, wait a minute A.L.T. put some motherfuckin' curse once in)
Now I'm back on the streets after five and the deuce
And everybody's tryin' say there's a gang truce but fuck that
I gotta put away the one that put me in to the pen
The one who made the stone from a? green?
No more old school fights I got you in my sights
My blast is gonna light up the night
If you're gonna talk the talk, walk the walk
'Cause your body fits perfect in the outline chalk
{Chorus} (Diane Gordon & A.L.T.)
Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.
Take a look at life to the eyes of the criminal
(Frost)
Take a look into my eyes can you see what I see
A day in the life of a G
Cuffed up, ruffed up and kick when I'm down
Some say I play the tears of the clown
West Coast down to the bone
I made it on my own with my motherfuckin' rhymes and my chrome
Money in the bank and the pound of dank
A flight out of Kennedy I think that's the remedy
Just like the? and the fools is wack
Tryin' to rap on the West Coast gangsta track
But that ain't happenin' and they ain't platinum
Reach back like a pimp n' I'm slappin' 'em
Now should I take my .45 and demand mine
Since I'm the hittin' bomb call me dilemma
Straight up parlay I'm West Coastin'
Never leave the pad without my .9 in my holster
{Chorus} 2x
(Frost)
19 motherfuckin' 95
Ballin' through the hood with my 'Lac in drive
Ragtop rag hittin' side to side
But Frost got? for the bails tonight
Just last week I was? stalling?
Pickin' up money smilin' as I was in Terminal Island
I just made parole so it's time to stroll
Pick up my man A.L.T. and we're roll
(A.L.T.)
Ayo, Frost pass the keys to the trunk
So I can get the shells and the Mausberg pump
So I can go wild like I don't give a fuck
So I can make the pump 12 gauge go buck *shot*
Take a look in life to the eyes of the criminal
There's no picket-fences and life ain't sample
I'm livin' day today homie check it
I can take your life in the L.A. second
[Frost]
Hey you, come over here
And listen to my brand new world premier
I'm about to fuck it up with my brand new cut
I Hit-A-Lick with the click that loves to rip shit up
Now a party ain't a party unless you got some weed
Red passion alize that we call bleed
Go and do it like some West Coast gangster G's
Real G's do whatever the fuck they please
So if I wanna pop some heat then I'ma pop it
And if I wanna cop some weed then I'ma cop it
The lingere's on the floor, she just dropped it
And there ain't shit that you haters can do to stop it
She's getting loca, got me all Tony Toca
Spinning out of control off that hennessy and coca
Hey loco she gives good poca
Got me hitting homeruns like Sammy Sosa
[Chorus x2]
Where's my eses at, where's my eses at
Where's my eses at, where's my eses at
Where's my eses, my vato locos, my straight riders
Squating in them motherfucking '64 Impalas
[ALT]
One two rap combinations like my man Fernando Vargas
I promise, I'm still the hardest Latin rap artist
Ten years since La Raza
And I still stay strapped every time I leave the casa
It ain't that I wanna do shit
It's just that out here in the streets man there's still a bunch of bullshit
Getting away in my new shit
Sooner or later dog, one's bound to hit
But until then I'ma do it like a big dog
Come to the part and straight get boss hoged
Grab the mic and I commence to rip
Then I jump in the low low and commence to dip
As I leave the scene so crisp and clean
Bouncing down the block with the gangster lean
If it's that G-Funk that you want all up in the trunk
I'ma give you what the fuck you want little homey
[Chorus x2]
[Frost]
Now who'd of thought that I'd come back with that gangster mack
Thirteen inch rims on a coke white Lac
I'm about to set it off like this and like that
And that's a West Coast thing if you know what I mean
Yeah, so throw your set in the air
And wave it around like you just don't care
And if you down to party with some real OG's
Somebody say hell yeah
Hell yeah, and you don't stop
Babygirl let me see your panties drop
Oh you way too cute in that birthday suit
Let me be your candyman and come knock your boot
I'ma hit you front and back and side to side
Like they do in East LA when it's time to ride
It ain't nothing but a cholo party going on
And it's gonna rock till the break of dawn
[Rudy Salas]
This is Rudy Salas
With a Tierra, Frost collaboration
Tonight babygirl
Yeah
[Frost]
Even though I still roll with the homies
I'm totally yours, and you're my one and only
Always be there for you, never leave you lonely
Tierra please could you sing it for me (I'm still here)
How can I make you understand that I want to be your man
Late night walks in the park, or the beach in the sand
Holding hands, Tierra sing it again (I'm still here)
Life without you ain't fair to me, no one in the world ever cared for me
You're the only girl that was there for me, you're like the air I breathe
(I'm still here) when I ain't with you I miss you
Mi corazon, every night before you go to sleep
I'ma tell you that I love you and miss you mi amor (I'm still here)
[Frost]
Yeah, you know I love you girl
Frost'll never leave you baby
[Chorus: Tierra]
I'm still here
After telling you, so long
[Frost]
Frost and Tierra
[Frost]
When I first met you back when I was minor
I was still stacking and macking on hynas
On the fast track for a fat stack of dollars
Black Stacy Adams and a nice Impala
Seen you walking down the street, stopped and hollered
Hey sweet thing can I talk to your mama
Really wanna kick it with you, dig your estilo
And we ain't even gotta keep it on the d-low
Let the world know you're my girl tonight
And if I make you my wife it'll be for life
Started off right, long conversations
Late night phone call infatuations
Got a Love Jones, call the radio station
Told Art Laboe to play my dedication
[Frost]
Yeah, is this the Killer Oldies Show
Hey yo, this is Frost
I'd like to dedicate Forever My Lady by Jodeci
And hopefully like Tierra we'll always be together baby
[Chorus]
[Frost]
Yeah, from the bottom of my heart babygirl
[Frost]
What means the world to me
My girl, my kids, my family
No matter where I go, far or near
Even when I die, my love is still here
Is it true true love never dies
Do you believe in love at first sight
The first time that I seen you girl
I knew that I wanted you to be my wife
And that's for life, es por vida
Mi amor, I love to mira
I ease your pain, take it easy
Bring you joy if you was my breezy
I ain't running game girl, please believe me
Never disappear like the great Whodini
I'm still here any time you need me
Sincerely yours Mr. Frostalini
[Frost]
Yeah, what's up green eyes
I got nothing but love for you girl
From the bottom of my heart
I'ma always be here for you
[Chorus x2]
[Frost]
Yeah
[Tierra]
I remember
I remember
How we used to play shoot em up, shoot em up
Bang bang, bang bang
I remember
I remember
How we used to hit em up and down, front and back, side to side
Baby
[Frost]
Yeah, what's up babydoll
Look at me
Look in my eyes girls
Visions
Of the apocalypse
A deep red vortex
Burned the sky
And mankind lies dying
And ten beasts arise
Waging eternal war
Forevermore
"From the sea he rises
Creating armies on either shore
Turning man against his brother
Till man exists no more"
The blossom all faded
The mountains quake before me
The hills melt to dust
And run into my spine
Where life has no value
Where you are forever alone
And the misery of life drowns you
One last time
When you are forever alone
A valley of death
is where I walk
I feel the shadows
rake my spine
Rape of the dying
There is no life here...
many souls had been dragged
Screaming into the
bottomless depths
Curse where there names
Written in hell
There is no life here
I see the church, an old rotten church
Unused for centuries in this forgotten land
Rituals had taken place, and so many sacrifices
Untold by man, a valley of death is where I walk
(Darker than Satan... whiter than god!)
The moon laughs at me
From empty spaces
Lost times come
A mind of a chaos machine
An ocean of thought
Forever churning
To live, to dream to aspire
Wake up
Shouts the world of demise
Wake up
And still the dreamer sleeps
See the sleeping man
With the burning dreams
A thousand shadows soared
Up and out from his world
Polluted with madness
Polluted with demons
A mind of a chaos machine
An ocean of thought
A thousand shadows soared
Up and out from his world
[Verse 1: Frost]
Q-vo, aqui estoy
It's the new Frost
I got somethin' for the riders, that like to floss
My Chevy's lowered
And it's on Daytons
I roll down the street and the juras start hatin'
Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will
In a SS Impala
Dressed to kill
It's in my blood to be a real lowrider
Take a heina to the tele
And pull a all-nighter
Chicago knows that I'm brown and proud
So from L.A. to New York
My tapes play loud
Right now
I'm in the Yay
And I'm high off the big sticky green bombay
I'm with my homeboys, my ties, my camaradas
Latino Velvet clicka so pa mi no dige nada
Yo soy chingon, player
Like Al Capone, player
And real riders
They never sleep alone, player
Some of y'all be hatin' cause my game is tighter
It's not for you anyway
Cause this for the riders
[Chorus:]
Just a little somethin' for the riders
Westsiders
Eastsiders
Just a little somethin' for the riders
Northsiders
Southsiders
[Verse 2:]
Rollin' in the calles, cruisin' in a caro
I keep a suavecito by my side like Malo
Tu no sabes nada, your game is hollow
And Big Daddy Frost is a hard act to follow
Still, you try to act cool
But you should know
It goes down in the back of the low-low
You just a peewee, you can't get none ever
You can't see me, fool
I got cheddar
And all the riders throw it up (Throw it up)
From the west to the east, we can sew it up
Roll one up
And pass me the lighter
Yeah, this is for the riders
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Dipping in the low-low, headed for the bolo
With the Convoy riders, I never roll solo
And when I go out alone
I pack
I told so, the chavalas, cous' don't never get my scratch
Everytime, that I hit the street (I hit the street)
I got to have a breezy in the passanger seat (In the passenger seat)
Just like the song
This is for the Raza
I gotta stay heated everytime I leave the casa
And when we roll out of state
On golden candy paint
Hittin' switches
And bouncin' on a scrape plate
Gangsta leanin' on them white wall tires
Slow and low
And this is for the riders
(feat. Cameosis, Roger Troutman)
[Roger Troutman]
Baby. I can give you the world.
Baby baby baby - even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
[Kid Frost]
Been around the world once, met every girl twice
Never seen nobody that was so damn tight
None of them come close to you
I'm bouts to take you on a rendezvous
Let me set you out with platinum ice
Give me all that sugar and spice
Take a chance with me, roll the dice
So let's step baby, live the life
[Cameosis]
Baby, you got me feelin all shy
Got a stomach full of butterflies
Wanna get down, but not on the first night
Nigga tight, got five on the gas
Can I ride with you? Wanna be your Boo
Like the things you do
Wanna take it slow when I do the do witchu
Can't no other girl do what I'm about to do to you
Way SexyCool
[Roger Troutman]
Baby. (baby)
I can give you the world (ooh give you the world)
Baby baby baby (ooh baby) even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
Let me lick it up and down (all up and down)
Let me see you move that body round and round (all around)
Baby now let me know if you're really down (oh really down)
C'mon let me know if you want it (oh yea I want it)
[Kid Frost]
Give you the world, and everything in it
Diamonds and pearls, my world so exquisite
P&J; Polo with the the chain to match
Cartier no strings attached
Be my lady I'll rub your back
Need a Benz? I'll pay for that
Keep it comin girl, turn me on
and we gon' sex til the break of dawn
[Cameosis]
It's a match, not a mismatch
Want you to get attached to the black cat
I can look into your eyes and see you want that
I ain't nuttin like the next biatch
Let me show you where my head at
Shotgun in an Northstar Cadillac
Sweet black diamond hit it from the back Jack
Ooh baby, youse a star
Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar
[Roger Troutman]
Baby. (babyyyy)
I can give you the world (ooh give you the world)
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby baby) even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
Let me lick it up and down (all up and down)
Let me see you move that body round and round (all around)
Baby now let me know if you're really down (I'm so down)
C'mon let me know if you want it (yea I want it)
[Cameosis]
You want me, bring it over now
Take my clothes off Mista Baby hit the ground
Hear that clappin sound?
Time for me to break you down
Be cryin in my nicky now
Make your head spin round and round
When I first met you you had a frown
But look at you now, got a big smile on your face
Wanna take me place to place
Dip me down in satin and lace
Fancy clothes and diamond rings
are the things that money do
Cheap wine, Moet, and Cristal
Apartment houses to the penthouse
Cover me in fur from the neck to my toes
While I postpone when the nights is cold
Dedicate you a cut on the radio
Bout to put this love thang into cruise control
[Kid Frost]
Give it to me girl damelo
Penthouse is the Vallagio
Plushed out with the matchin robes
Celeb jet when it's time to roll
Big ball and that's all I know
V.I.P. that's how I G
Versace that's all I see
Me and you we was meant to be
Do a show bout a quarter to ten
Take your keys to the Range or Benz
You can floss, bring all your friends
Ain't nuttin but a money thing, major ends
Backstage and it's off the hook
All my homies is G's and crooks
Suited up and the party's live
Diamonds and pearls, won't you step into my world
[Roger Troutman]
Baby. (baby)
I can give you the world (come on and give me the world)
Baby baby baby (ooh baby) even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
Let me lick it up and down
Let me see you move that body round and round
Baby now let me know if you're really down
C'mon let me know if you want it
[Kid Frost speaking over last four lines]
Yeah
This record right here is dedicated to
one of the biggest influences on hip-hop, and R&B;
The late great, Roger Troutman
Rest in Peace homey, yeah.
[Cameosis]
You can show me that you want it
If you put some diamonds on it
I will let you come into my world.
(diamonds and pearls)
You can show me that you awnt it
If you put some diamonds on it
I will let you come into my world.
(diamonds and pearls)
Ooh yeah
[Roger Troutman]
[Levitti]
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin
In this game so tough I be puffin
With them ballers like Frost who be hustlin
It's a struggle in this game tryin to get right
Got them haters want me dead but I'm strapped tight
Ain't no thing where there's funk I be ?long gone?
And my paper, yes, I'm up until the bank is fund
Hit me good with a million dollar contract
And the struggle gave me muscle, now it's time to pull back
[background singing]
Hit em hard on my pimpin card
Gotta hustle even though it's gonna be a struggle
[background singing]
I can't speak for you
Can speak for me
It's a struggle
But them ballers done bubbled
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin
[Baby Beesh]
Now I appease my Marihuana, can't stand my baby's mama
Cause all she wanna do is talk a gang of shit and start some drama
And yes, your Honor, you caught me with a half an ounce
Because my baby boy was starvin, he's all that counts
In my whole world I'm standin on shaky ground
Relate to thugs, servin dubs, task wanna take me down
I went from dirt to rags, rags to riches
And even seen snitches dumped in ditches
The game is vicious, and not ficticious
It's real, player, checkin for that scrill
So I deal with that shit, smokin on half a hill
Of that Bammer Bobby Brown Stress weed
My money's a mess, but as a player I must assess
The situation that I'm facin, I'm paper-chasin
I'm in my twenties now, no tellin how much time I'm wastin
I'm caught up by the one-time, have me doin dumb time
I shoulda heard Frost: 'Ain't no sunshine'
[Levitti]
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin
[Nino B]
Yo, ain't nobody handed me no silver spoon
Strugglin, payin dues, singin the blues, faded, fucked up in my living room
Hopefully soon I can get up out this muthafucka
Called the homie Frost up, he said
"Keep your head up," lookin fed up
Got a big trey, some big things, million dollar g thing
But I can't go back to slingin crack
Got too much pride for that
Now I gotta keep my game tight, with my chrome stripes
And like them chronic sacks comin up with them bomb raps
Gotta get them platinum plaques and all that shit
Gotta get that meal ticket, then I can really kick it
With all my homeboys and my familia
Hit me another lick real quick
Then I'm gonna go stick em up, stick em up, breeze by the click
With at least one trick up they sleeve
And we gon' make these muthafuckas relieve
And you know we puttin it down like that
Nino B, the homie Frost and my cousin Beesh, hah
[Levitti]
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin
I can't speak for you
But I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin
[Frost]
I take it one day at a time, I can't envision tomorrow
I came a long way since the days of 'Can you do me a ?barro?'
Hey homegirl, don't you know me? You knew me when you tried to do me
Back in '93 when I was rollin like I owned several keys
To them hustlers and them g's up on my block
But now as the days go by no longer do they jock
I'm just that old Chicano rapper, still keepin shit real as ever
And hopin one day me and my people get our shit together
The struggle's endless, but the hustle continues flowin
Sometimes it's senseless, but still my kids continue growin
And I got them bounce smash skills, oh homeboy, you didn't know it
You can't fuck with a real G like a poet
See, speakin on that other shit never got me nada
Nobody's trippin on static, man, all we want is dollars
Big dollars, man
Celeb status, fool
Ha-ha-ha
[Chorus: Fingazz]
Baby girl
I wanna let you know that you are
Looking good
And I wanna get to know you better
Baby girl
And you can make a wish on a star
Like me
You'll see
I can fulfill all your fantasies
[Pre-Verse: Mr. Sancho]
Baby girl
Yo, mami
Ain't no one in here, doin' it big like me
Baby girl
And you might be
The only one in here that gets to leave with me
[Verse 1: Mr. Sancho]
Mami
I can feel you starin' at me from across the room
Your juicy lips call my attention, and it's all to the good
What's up, ma, let me buy you a drink
Get to the back
V.I.P. is how we're livin', ma, we do it like that
I like you
Why don't we spend some time
Get to know each other better so that you can be mine
So fine
Let's take our time
Only here for one night, girl, do you wanna be mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Pop the corks, on the bubble, it's about that time
For me and you to get together like Corona with lime
You so fine
Blessed with a big behind
Let's elevate and celebrate
Cause you know we gon' shine
Hop in the chrome
My grand daddy purple is blown
And tell that huero who be stalkin' you to leave you alone
It's all good
Separate the real from the fake
It's all good
Come live on the hill with the lake
You know it's nothin' for me to keep, you blessed and laced up
You like it from the back
But you love it face up
Uh hun
Fly like the heavenly breeze
Uh hun
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da I mean
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Frost]
S'up, ma
You lookin' so fine
Can you spare a moment of your precious time
What will it
Take, girl, to make you mine
I could lace you up, girl, and make you shine
Anything you want to do, girl, I'm cool with
I wanna get it on with you, girl, I'll prove it
If you wanna roll with me, then let's do this
Girl, I can't wait to see, how you do it
We can get blown
And take another shot of Patron
We leave the club so we can be alone
Two days later, girl, I'm taking you home
She lovin' me, steady blowin up my phone
[Chorus]
[Fingazz:]
Baby girl
Featuring o.g. enius a.l.t.
[intro diane gordon]
(chanting ahh)
[verse 1 frost]
I just woke up thank god it's friday
Fire up the lac and hit the highway jump
To the carwash so we can hit them whitewall tires
Sedan deville sitting on l.a. wires
And it's gotta be 80 degrees
I got a check in my pocket for 15 g's
Hit the first interstate now i'm straight
Stop at the record store to pick me up an old school tape
Back in my ride see the spin of the tires
Kid frost rolling bumping earth, wind, & fire
It feels good holding 15 grand
So i parked the sedan and i strolled in the green spans
Give me a pair of your 50 30
Cascades cortes that are jet black
Hoodie headed back home got geed up fool
It's an eastside rendezvous yeah yeah
[chorus - diane gordon]
Come on and roll with me
On that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me
Like them og's do
Come on and roll with me
On that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me
Like them gangstas do
[verse 2 - o.g. enius]
Now who beat that brand new daddy of the year
I swear baby we're going to take you there
It's me that eastside g you never heard of
With a.l.t. and them folks getting much love
Through the neighborhoods through the city
Woofers in the back bumping do wah ditty yeah
Drop a line to them hookers for their info
Pack their smokes la capping with their khackis low
Because we're some true playas bandits
Got them hinas at the hotel and they can't stand it
I got that sexual healing on them
36 double deuce 36 and i'm feeling on them
Ooh eee i see
She got it going on like a true whiz gee
But i'm a stay true
P-i-m-p from the eastside
[chorus]
[verse 3 - a.l.t.]
Now it's friday night and everything's all right
So just sit back relax and enjoy the flight
See a.l.t. hitting corners in the 63
Now i'm straight rendezvousing through the sgv
As the 18's blast pop the the tape in the dash
Bumping old school flues like teddy pendergrass
I can feel the heat coming out from underneath my seat
I never heard the word defeat
It's the middle of july so it's hot
I think of kid frost he's been courting at the g spot fool
Frost said i hope the one time don't stop ya
I don't give a damn i'm sipping malibu and vodka
I'm on that san bernardino
In the fast lane because baby got some hinas out in chino
And you know that i'm a g'd up fool
It's an eastside rendezvous when i loud
[chorus]
A year has passed since the funeral
The smell of rotten earth
A blackened space and time
Write my name around a circle of fire
...In a pace of shadow
Take my black heart
It is a heart I never had
Fill me with the dust
Of a time long gone
In a place of shadow
A year has passed since the funeral
The funeral of doom
Once again a glimmer
of hope burns away
Another part of me
rots again, dies again
Back into the darkness
so lonely, I survive
Cursed again to wander,
to wander the shadows
So... so... so mysterious
I am blind, but yet I see
everything
One day I will rise
and pluck the thorn from my side
One day I will be laughing
laughing at you
Once again a glimmer of hope burns away
A man empty of life
Bleeding
His tongue tasteless,
his eyes blind
Judge him not.
speak no word
For you are dust
and to dust you will return
If thy eyes offends thee
pluck it out
The asp eats his side.
a mind that only speak rotten
Walking through his sorrow
Treading a path.
where thorns grow
If thy eye offends thee
pluck it out
Take one more silent step
Crawling
crawling
crawling, crawling
So you may feel the shadow
Vicious nature
Gripped in snarling vice
No love for the equal
Only a dream of lies
The young and old
Just as vile all the same
Consistent inconsistence
Serpent tongue whore
Blind
Fucking
The blind
Two of a kind
Savage perversions
Desperation folly
The young and the bold
No love for the equal
Only the power game
Arrogance and neglect
Fists, tits and money
Ignorance is piss
Blind
Fucking
The blind
Two of a kind
Sleeping demons, colourful lies
The hands that sever mournful ties
Hands of winter caress my skin
Fuelling the fire raging within
Blinded by ice, raining down
Crows whisper, a sanctified crown
Mocking the survival of life
A barren desert, void of might
Touch the hands of Frost [x2]
Let the soothing cold dance over your skin
As his moonlit eyes ensnare you
Surrendered to his mercy
Frost is his name
Frost is his soul
Frost is his touch
Flawless, relentless, an eternal creature
Storm, blizzard, they are his allies
Pity the one who dares to defy him
For he cannot escape winter's deadly kiss
Touch the hands of Frost [x2]
Let the soothing cold dance over your skin
As his moonlit eyes ensnare you
Surrendered to his mercy
Frost is his name
Frost is his soul
I would like to worship the sky at nightWhen the moon is
perfect puts off just enough light
So I can see all the frost on the ground
See all the air I breathe out
It's cold outside but I think I like it
Winter is here to stay
I hope it never goes away
Summer has gone away
And I hope that it never comes back to me
My eyes are finally open and I can see the light
I thought my mind was broken it was just a long mental
fight
I thought the whole world was wrong
But now I'd like to go along
I'll try once more maybe they'll like it
Winter is here to stay
I hope it never goes away
Summer has gone away
And I hope that it never comes back to me
The thing that burns me up the most
Is how I tried to do the right thing
I kept my magic at a distance
‘Cause logic has a price
The thing that haunts me like a ghost
Is how I squandered all my weakness
I let you think that I was perfect
For that I'll pay the piper
For all this vice... cause I
Crossed that line, the line reserved for angels
Once you cross that line then you are lost
So best think twice before you break commandments
‘Cause forgiveness comes at the highest cost... frost
The thing that makes me want to scream
Is how I tried in vain to fight this
I could have plunged headfirst into it
But that would have been cruel
I crocheted secrets like a blanket
I let you think that I was happy
We let life fall all around us
Like leaves upon the ground
Hardly make a sound... ‘till you
Crossed that line, the line reserved for angels
Once you cross that line then you are lost
So best think twice before you break commandments
‘Cause forgiveness comes at the highest cost... frost
Some people think there is no time
That everything's already happened
I knew I'd fail you from the moment that I
Looked into your eyes
Still you approached me with conviction
No sense of doubt in your reflection...
Harbored none of my hesitation
In spite of Fate's surprise
And so I wait for your response
I know my destiny's in your hands
I don't expect it to come easy
I know I'll get what I deserve
The only question that I have now, is
Do you think that I've been childish
Or is it part of growing wiser
To reckon with your flaws... when you
Crossed that line, the line reserved for angels
Once you cross that line then you are lost
So best think twice before you break commandments
The northern lights adjust
To suit the mood of the night at hand
Like fading fireworks
They light the pathway as best they can
And like a penny falls
Into an open purse
The sky is losing snow
And won't be reimbursed
The white flakes scattered across the sky
Look like polka dots in the twilight
Your frozen fingers have gripped mine tight
And I am happy to be by your side
The nights are growing old
The days are growing a tougher skin
My scarf is butter-soft
The ice I'm skating is wafer-thin
Now lets bet you and I
Are two peas in a pod
The odds are looking good
The goods are looking odd
Chorus
Like frost I will be there on the ground by the door
Waiting for your footprint to fall to the floor
Just like frost I'll cling to your window outside
Gathering ice like you gather my pride
Well just like frost on your nose when it's cold
I'll be on your mind as the seasons unfold
And just like frost I'll melt away
And miss you more than words convey
Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time
When standing in a dead land. Many memories of lost souls
Have come to haunt me. A mirror image flicker of time
Showed me the horror. A face of eternal sorrow
What happened here?
Only shadows of the past
Here - there is no light
Here - there is no hope
Here - no birds sing
To be cursed a thousand times
Down here...
Here - the flowers rot
Here - the shadows dance
Here - you walk alone
To be cursed a thousand times
Down here...
Kiss the rotten hand of death
Forever you shall wander this earth
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