Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Raza Part II, artist - Kid Frost. Date of issue: 23.10.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
La Raza Part II |
| You got no fuckin’idea what La Raza means |
| It’s about our people out there working |
| Surviving with pride and dignity, that’s La Raza |
| It’s all goin’down this year |
| My 'Lac's in gear and I wiped off my tattoo tears |
| A lot of things have changed since '90 |
| I got a lot more homeboys and gente behind me And this time you just can’t stop it No tellin’what might happen |
| When your kids get a copy of the '95 remix |
| We in the casa, we did it for La Raza |
| Because it’s all brand new, it’s updated |
| You see my Cherokee’s a 'Lac |
| And my spokes are gold plated |
| I’m hittin’side to side |
| There’s a lump in my throat |
| But I just can’t swallow my brown pride |
| I’m like an eagle with a snake in his mouth |
| And a brown fist represents Frost in the house |
| Comin’back hard on the rap scene |
| It’all about the red, white, and green |
| Yeah |
| Here I go again, and I’m bound to win |
| Because I’m proud of the color of my skin |
| You see I’m kinda like De La Hoya |
| I’m filled with the spirit of an Aztec Warrior |
| And that means you better not mess with me This is Frost, the capital E-L-C |
| I’m hittin’switches like back in the video |
| I’m that same fool that you seen five years ago |
| I still cruise, I paid my dues |
| And the only thing new is some more tattoo |
| It’s that Mexican sound, that makes it brown |
| I’m stompin’in my Nikes and I’m all creased down |
| Out in El Paso, up through Chicago |
| Even in Manhattan they beggin’for a Latin |
| Cities like Miami is waitin’for another jam |
| I rocked Mexico but called it the Motherland |
| Yeah |
| Man, I think I came up with a solution |
| And the answer is Brown Revolution |
| So pump your fist to this |
| And wave your Mexican flag |
| And be proud that your khaki’s sag |
| I’m here to set the record straight |
| And clean up the slate |
| All player haters headed upstate |
| They hate to see me bouncin’through East Los |
| Or coolin’in my house on the hill on the West Coast |
| Or hangin’with the veterano OG’s |
| And hearin’all the stories of the '70's |
| Like how the boulevard used to be And how they had values in '73 |
| But now I’m livin’in a new era |
| And survivin’in the '90's is sheer terror |
| Some of you don’t know what’s happening |
| Que pasa? |
| It’s 1995 and this is still for La Raza |
| Yeah |
| This is for La Raza |
| It’s 1995 and this is still for La Raza |