La Raza Ii (cantina Remix) Lyrics

La Raza Ii (cantina Remix) lyrics

f/ Rich Garcia



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 hitting 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

Coming back hard on the rap scene

It's all about the red, white, and green

Yeah



[Chorus: Rich Garcia (Frost)]

If you're chicano and you're brown and proud

It's your kind of music

(This is for the Raza)

And If you're down for your neighborhood

It's your kind of music

(Chicano, and I'm brown and I'm proud)



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-S-E

I'm hitting 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 stomping in my Nikes and I'm all creased down

Out in El Paso, up through Chicago

Even in Manhattan they begging for a Latin

Cities like Miami is waiting for another jam

I rocked Mexico but called it the Motherland

Yeah



[Chorus]



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 bouncing through East Los

Or cooling in my house on the hill on the West Coast

Or hanging with the veterano OG's

And hearing 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 living in a new era

And surviving in the '90's is sheer terror

Some of you don't know what's happening, ¿Que pasa?

It's 1996 and this is still for La Raza



[Chorus x2]