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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 th
