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アーティスト:Proper Dos  作詞:FRANK V/SMITH ANDREW P  作曲:FRANK V/SMITH ANDREW P 

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Simon! Y para un frijol eating cabron, Cyclone, pelon, chingon, And all that, The local cholo went solo, But I came back With Mexican Militia on my hat, A baseball bat, It's on cause Chicanos gotsta scrap Ready to beat down, ready to shoot, Ready to burn down ready to loot, And won't stop til my point's understood, And I ain't gonna do it in my own neighborhood. I'm gonna do it where they'll be affected, Until some civilized muthafuckas are elected Frank V's loking up, For years Chicanos have been broken up, It's the different gangs different sections But wait til we get together, Muthafucken Mexicans! Hey Frank, kick back on the lyrics, You a lil' too hype on them, just relax, relax Fuck that shit man chale! Gimme my cuete, so I can do a jale, But not on someone Brown from another town, But on them muthafackas that try to keep the raza down. I gotta pay em back, I got my stolen ride and I grabbed my stolen gat, Jacked a 12 pack and now I'm ready to attack. I heard he called me a wet back, Now he's gonna get cracked. He said that my race was no good, So now I'm on my way to a rich neighborhood. With my nine milli, About to act silly, And get raw like the outlaw Billy The kid, You know what did? I went to square it off with a gringo who hates me, Took my last sip took my cuete off safety, Seen him with his wife coming out of the casa, And I said boo-ya! This is for the raza!


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