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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 e treme 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
'cos this is for the Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
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 pool butt
And so I look and I
laugh and say que pasa
Yeah, this is for the Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
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
Every time that I pack my piece
I pull it out quick all
the nonsense disease
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 for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza
