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
Itand's on cause chicanos gotsta scrap
Ready to beat down ready to shoot
Ready to burn down ready to loot
And wonand't stop til my pointand's understood
And i ainand't gonna do it in my own neighborhood.
Iand'm gonna do it where theyand'll be affected,
Until some civilized muthafuckas are elected
Frank vand's loking up,
For years chicanos have been broken up,
Itand's the different gangs different sections
But wait til we get together,
Muthafucken mexicans!
Hey frank, kick back on the lyrics,
You a liland' 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 iand'm ready to attack.
I heard he called me a wet back,
Now heand's gonna get cracked.
He said that my race was no good,
So now iand'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!
And drove off at a highway speed.
Iand'll be damned if the pinche jura catch me.
Cause they just love, to pull over a latin
And hope he starts running,
So they can start capping.
But andquot;ay yo captain,
This chicano ainand't goinand' to run.
And uno ochenta sieteand's my favorite numandquot;
And iand'll fight til the end,
Aqui para frank v, a mutha fucken mexican.
Iand'm the kind of mexican that they hate.
The kind that you wouldnand't want your daughter to date.
That kind that believes for equal rights you gotta fight,
The kind that makes the fighting bitches hold they purse tight at night.
But then again iand'm the average.
Cause the t-shirt and khakis make me a savage,
To the average caucasian or asian.
Thinking that iand'm ugly and suck-but theyand're wrong
Iand'm not really a beast,
Thatand's just an image conjoured up by the paranoid police
Always looking for a scape goat,
Or any excuse to grab a mexican by his throat,
And i heard they got a new saying,
You break the law and weand'll break your jaw
And iand'm mad as fuck!
And iand'm sick of your conduct,
And iand'm sick of the jokes of white crack,
I bet that youand're mad to see a mexican on wax,
Making hits.
Gimme the hard look, i donand't give a shit.
I know youand're just dancing around the hat,
Fuck all the other muthafuckas, yeah i said that!
So when you try to attack,
Iand'm gonna dance around your head as if you were a muthafucken hat.
Fucken punk, fucken muthafucka,
I told you not to under-estimate the power of a mexican...
