Frost - Mexican Border Lyrics
(Guitar)(Kid Frost)Yeah.......Rufless relativin'497 Somebody got shot(Verse One: Kid Frost)When I was a kid no one gave a ***** about mehad to get my shit 'cause my parents use to doubt meGot my first job working for the manwho picked me off the corner, see I got my first grandand now I'm straight bankin' and payin' all the billsmy mama said "Who the ***** did you have to kill?"it ain't even like that, I'm slick as a FoxI keep my gat hidden' in Nike shoe boxunderneath my bed the cash kept flowin'I gotta make sure my neighborhood keeps snowin'My daddy use to say that "I was no good"but If I didn't do it then somebody else wouldand so I sell it by the pound and even provide the keyif somebody's gotta pay then It's gotta to be meso when I hed south mutha*****a' cause I owe apayment that came in from Sinaloa(Now I'm...)(Chorus: Kid Frost)I'm headdin' down to the Mexican BorderHeading down to the Mexican BorderHeading down to the Mexican BorderI'm headin' down, headin' downHeadin' down to the Mexican BorderHeadin' down to the Mexican BorderHeadin' down to the Mexican BorderI'm heading down to the Mexican Border(Verse Two: Kid Frost)I've got the good shit that couldn't be boughtI'm rollin' up a Five with a truck full of *****My Homeis on the corner like tricks in a hat32 pounds it's like bricks in the backI'm watchin' my speed limit let the chevrolet slideGotta keep it cool rollin' through Ocean SideThen I see this Pig, rollin' up on my assI let up on the gas, I was going kinda fastNow I see the red light about to get beatMan, I felt like my nut sack sankin' to the seatI gave her my I.D plus my registrationand I gave her the place to my got damn stationand give me the keys so I can open up the trunkman ***** that shitnow it's one dead punk(hahaha)(Police=P)(Kid Frost=K)(P)Hey beaner you wanna step (K: What?) out the *****ing car?(K)Man,***** you...haha(P)No.No!!!! (K: Yeah!!! That's right!!!!!)(Chorus)(Man)He's gotta reputationHe's got a young brideHe's going to leave this town wishing he was wiveor of ever even been born(Verse Three: Kid Frost)I'm a mean mutha*****a' and I want itIf I see something I don't got then I want itand so I hide by the bushese at the stop lighta yo some my say that it's not rightbut What am I to do? get a job Homie check ityou got 6 felenies on your recordMan, you think pack tails ever gonna wan't me?The tatoos on my arm are going to haunt meI'm loading up my click in my (????????)and some poor fulls about to get jackedI'm waiting for the right one, Creeping through the white oneLooking for the tools and that stupid it's street dumband then I see the Little Rob lookin' reluctantI put the gun on his head and now I gotta cut himI went to pick up some clothes from my Homeboy's houseI hit a Five on a State Five going South and now I'm(Chorus)
