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, determined out 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 proud

Want this chingazo, simon, I say, "Let's get down"

Right now

In the dirt

What's the matter, you afraid you gonna get hurt?

I'm with my homeboys, my ties, my camaradas

Kickin' back

Con mi ganga y pa mi, no digen nada

Yo soy chingon, ese

Like Al Capone, ese

Control a todo, so don't ever try to sweat me

Some of you won't know what's happening, que pasa

It's not for you anyway

Cause this is for the raza

This is for the raza

Raza (Raza...)

This is for the raza

(2)

The forms that I'm speaking is known as calo

Y sabes que, loco

Yo soy un malo

Tu no sabes nada, your brain is halo

Been hit in the head, too many times with the palo

Still, you tryin' to act cool

But you should know

You're so cool that I'm a call you a culo

You're just awee, you can't get it and ever

You are a leva

Your own barrio doesn't back you up

They just look at your ass

And call you a poo

And so I look and I laugh, and say "Que pasa?"

Mmm-hmm

Yeah

This is for the raza (Raza...)

Raza

(3)

Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo

No one to go with me, so I had to go solo

And when I go out alone

I pack

I touch all the chavalas when they know that I'm strapped

Every time that I pack my piece

I pull it out quick

All the nonsense must cease

Just like the song, when you're Eighteen 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's

Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso

Sittin' there, wonderin' what's happening, que pasa

Yeah

This is for the raza

This is for the raza

This is for the raza

Raza (Raza...)