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The Volo

Frost
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Get down Hey holmes, this is Kid Frost From East Los Angeles And I'm about ready to kick another one From East L.A. to San Jose I step to the party, actin fresca Drinkin cerveza, smokin yesca Kickin back listenin to the oldies Ralph M. Cisco and my homeboy Shorty They play another firme rola Chico G is tryin to find himself a chola Steps to the crowd and then he makes his choice Through the bumpin system I hear my voice Yeah This is for the raza Yo man, it's crazy all the places that I've played From the calles of Los all the way to the East Coast Insane all the places that I've popped Or all the times that the limos dropped us off At the airport, we gotta catch another plane And then four more hours on a train Six more cities after that And it'll be time to go home again, man I'm with that But in the meantime, let me bust this little rhyme for ya About the volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Now I'm at the volo It's time to take the mic like old times Say some rhymes yo, cause that's my duty Chill with the homeboys, group with the cuties And take another hit The hispanic, call it panic, smokes the organic shit The boys I hang around, they don't play around Yeah they're brutal, bust a cap in your noodle A punk walked up to me and said, "Donde eres?" I said, "The Alliance, porque homes que queres?" You wanna get em up and throw some pleito I'm down for mine from the get go I got my Duke of Earl Style 38 with the handle of pearl And finish the problem solo Trucha Back to the volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Coolin with la raza Don't burn your fingers homeboy, pasa Waitin for the jack Showin my homeboys the brand new tack On the outsides of no shack A-R-T's pissin in the back Manuel smokin a cool so he's trippin The DJ's turntable's skippin Here comes the badge and gun Yo you can't arrest me for havin fun The block I come around Tellin Ralph to turn the system down He got the flashlight shinin this eve But wait until he leaves And then we'll pump the system up Got three more kegs but only one more cup Send Pablo to the liquor store Tell him get some papers, we ain't got no more He don't go solo He takes some homeboys From the volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Cruisin in the calle, headed for the volo The volo Ha ha ha, orale holmes Frost, with somethin fresh for your ass for 1992 Ha ha ha The volo The volo The volo The volo The volo Yeah