west coast ridaz

let me take you back in time with this old school rola

kick a little rhyme for the cholos and cholas

this big frost

east los

the rap vetarano

still stay boracho

still stay marijuano

you lame chavalas

no

you can't say nada

yeah

we keeps a loaded cuete that'll feed you full of valas

cruisin' the calles in a drop impala

chevrolet

213

east l.a. i dip and hit the switch

on my way to the barrio

to pick up ya bitch

i mean a heina

tonight

ese

don't try to find her

she's with the label now

homeboy

we sign her

you know i'm a cold piece

frost be the hielo

on her back

legs opens

starin' at the cielo

then it's doggystyle with the face in the pielo

kid frost

the big boss

forever stay frio

game right here

holmes

i sell by the kilo

and that's real talk

said no pedo

you don't believe it

you can ask the homie

dedos

yeah

that's right

it's the queen of the west

and i'm brown and proud

about fifteen years

i been puttin' it down

just like my homie lil rob

he's been doin' his thang

y'all don't know that my boy is a chicano rap king

so get it up

and all mi gente

in they lowride chevys

hit a switch

raise it up

now drop it down

and hit the boulevard

on a sunday afternoon

cruisin' around

hey

there's a war goin' on in the streets

so my people gotta squash all the beat

yo

cause some people from this side

and people from that side

that's side wide

and more fools gon' die

and it's a neverending drama

and on the sideline

there's tweaked-out baby mamas

to raise the next generation

it's no wonder why we trippin' on this southern migration

from san diego to east los

from the west to the east coast

i rock the mic and make it tight for my people

bumpin' this in the chalis of the regals

chevy impalas

a bomba with your tio

stop at the tienda and pick up some pisto

if i stay listo

i ain't gots to get listo

jump in the rag

top

i'm brown baggin' it

jump in the rag

top

i'm brown baggin' it

look up in the sky

it's a bird

it's a plane

no

it's lil rob

flyin' high

stimulatin' my brain

puffin' on a marijuana cigarette

it's good shit

you need a hit if you ain't shit yet

and you'd be high

just as high as i

ese

we don't die

we just multiply

heh

i put it down for the homies

and the heinas

in the barrio

listenin' to oldies

that's right

it's ya homeboy

ese lil rob

with the homeboy

frost

my homegirl

diamonique

puttin' that shit down

chicano style

you know

yeah

san diego to east los

from the west to the east coast

yeah

put it down for the brown

ese