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Song «La Raza» von Kid Frost.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1990 (Album), 1990 07 07 (Single UK)
Label: Virgin 2-91377, Virgin America VUSCD 25
Songwriter Antonio González & Arturo Moline Jr. & Gerald Wilson
Produktion: Tony G. & The Baka Boyz & Frost & The Real Richie Rich & Julio G. & Will Roc & Ern-Dog & Fredwreck & Pablito
Genre: Hip-Hop - Goldenage - Latinrap, Hip-Hop - Goldenage - Chicanorap
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Personen und Querverweise
Kid Frost
Antonio González
Arturo Moline Jr.
Gerald Wilson
Tony G.
The Baka Boyz
Frost
The Real Richie Rich
Julio G.
Will Roc
Ern-Dog
Fredwreck
Pablito
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kid Frost] Q-Vo, aquí estoy, MC Kid Frost Yo soy jefe, patron, 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, chingaso, simón, ese let’s 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 con mi ganga y para mi no vale nada Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese Controlo a todos solo never try to sweat me Some of you don't know what's happening que pasa It's not for you anyway, cause this is for the Raza [Hook: Kid Frost] This is for La Raza Raza, Raza, Raza... This is for La Raza [Verse 2: Kid Frost] The foreign tongue I’m speaking is known as Calo Y sabes que loco, yo soy muy malo Tu no sabes nada, your brains is hallow Been hit in the head too many times with a palo Still you trying to act cool, but you should know You're so cool that I'mma call you a culo You’re just a pee-wee, you can’t get none ever You're on the leva Your own barrio doesn't back you up They just look at your ass and call you a poo butt And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa Yeah, this is for the Raza [Hook: Kid Frost] Raza, Raza, Raza... [Saxophone Solo: Mitch Rafel] [Verse 3: Kid Frost] 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 don’t sweat the chavalas when I know that I’m strapped Every time that I pack my piece I pull it out quick, all the nonsense will cease 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 Who can pull out cuetes on some stupid ass babosos Sitting there wondering what's happened, que pasa Yeah, this is for the Raza [Hook: Kid Frost] This is for La Raza Raza, Raza, Raza... This is for La Raza