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Жанры : black metal progressive rock electronic trip-hop electronica

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(Guitar)
(Kid Frost)
Yeah.......Rufless relativin`
497 Somebody got shot

(Verse One: Kid Frost)
When I was a kid no one gave a fuck about me
had to get my shit `cause my parents use to doubt me
Got my first job working for the man
who picked me off the corner, see I got my first grand
and now I`m straight bankin` and payin` all the bills
my mama said "Who the fuck did you have to kill?"
it ain`t even like that, I`m slick as a Fox
I keep my gat hidden` in Nike shoe box
underneath 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 would
and so I sell it by the pound and even provide the key
if somebody`s gotta pay then It`s gotta to be me
so when I hed south muthafucka` cause I owe a
payment that came in from Sinaloa
(Now I`m...)

(Chorus: Kid Frost)
I`m headdin` down to the Mexican Border
Heading down to the Mexican Border
Heading down to the Mexican Border
I`m headin` down, headin` down
Headin` down to the Mexican Border
Headin` down to the Mexican Border
Headin` down to the Mexican Border
I`m heading down to the Mexican Border

(Verse Two: Kid Frost)
I`ve got the good shit that couldn`t be bought
I`m rollin` up a Five with a truck full of Fuck
My Homeis on the corner like tricks in a hat
32 pounds it`s like bricks in the back
I`m watchin` my speed limit let the chevrolet slide
Gotta keep it cool rollin` through Ocean Side
Then I see this Pig, rollin` up on my ass
I let up on the gas, I was going kinda fast
Now I see the red light about to get beat
Man, I felt like my nut sack sankin` to the seat
I gave her my I.D plus my registration
and I gave her the place to my got damn station
and give me the keys so I can open up the trunk
man fuck that shit
now it`s one dead punk
(hahaha)

(Police=P)(Kid Frost=K)
(P)Hey beaner you wanna step (K: What?) out the fucking car?
(K)Man,Fuck you...haha
(P)No.No!!!! (K: Yeah!!! That`s right!!!!!)

(Chorus)

(Man)
He`s gotta reputation
He`s got a young bride
He`s going to leave this town wishing he was wive
or of ever even been born

(Verse Three: Kid Frost)
I`m a mean muthafucka` and I want it
If I see something I don`t got then I want it
and so I hide by the bushese at the stop light
a yo some my say that it`s not right
but What am I to do?
get a job Homie check it
you got 6 felenies on your record
Man, you think pack tails ever gonna wan`t me?
The tatoos on my arm are going to haunt me
I`m loading up my click in my (????????)
and some poor fulls about to get jacked
I`m waiting for the right one, Creeping through the white one
Looking for the tools and that stupid it`s street dumb
and then I see the Little Rob lookin` reluctant
I put the gun on his head and now I gotta cut him
I went to pick up some clothes from my Homeboy`s house
I hit a Five on a State Five going South and now I`m

(Chorus)

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