(feat. Don Cisco)



[Frost]

Frost

Hit me, 2001

Oh yeah, I'm back

Album number seven

Yeah



Perro escucha, let me holla at ya

Still sharp as a filero with the heart to come snatch ya

Frost is still down clown, no me digas nada

Coming with that Brown sound in '90 with La Raza

Eleven years later, seven albums greater

Still kicking flavor, still love to see my young Latins getting paper

I ain't no hater, it's West Coast on mine

Brown Pride, still down with that big Eastside

Man I gotta send a Q-Vo to my Boricua brother

Big Pun Rest In Peace, there'll never be another

Joey Crack who got my back in the Boogiedown Bronx

Y'all know Fat Joe, Cuban Link, and Terror Squad

I hopped up on a plane, met up with Don Cisco

I flew from LA, he flew from Frisco

Stomp like Mazdas through fifty states

Rock car shows and concerts, then bounce rock skates

To H-Town to get down with the Tejanos

SPM and all my Hustle Town hermanos

Baby Beesh my vale clicka camarada

Jay Tee from the V, let me see ya pop your collar

We squat Impalas in Pueblo with Beto

Back to the Springs all over rocky Colorado

Rolex movado, Mexico to Tahoe

Back to Vegas burning vegas full of palo



[Frost]

Haha, we in Las Vegas now man

Let's get high Cisco, man fire that shit up dog



[Don Cisco]

Yo yo, and for these trees we need some Mexicali phillies

Hey yo let me drop, before we get to the hotel man stop at the store



[Frost]

Now we at the venitian waiting for the chicas to come

Presidential suit, called up Clika One

Bad Boy, Brown, Romero is my perro

In the 702 and the '72 Monte Carlo

Pedal to the metal headed to the Monte Carlo

Then to the House of Blues cuz that's where all the stars go

Cisco seen a stripper that he knew from Frisco

Sipping liquor and had a thick girlfriend with her

That's when he introduced her to my macking

Hi my name is Frost mama, let's get it cracking

It's time to go Cisco, bring your friends, let's make it happen

Six bottles of Cris mixed with pit bull and Latin

Fools when we're rapping just like my homey Lil'

A Sicko from Diego, a wino off ripple

I know we shouldn't drink, we got an early flight

It's Phoenix tomorrow but it's Vegas tonight

The city that never sleeps so you know we didn't

Hungover at the airport at six, I ain't bullshitting



[Frost]

Man Cisco I ain't gonna make it dog

I'm hella tired



[Don Cisco]

Whoo, burned out

We ain't got no more trees fool



[Frost]

What?



[Don Cisco]

What we gonna do?



[Frost]

Man we're flying back to LA today man



[Don Cisco]

Who we gonna fuck with, Black?



[Frost]

Nah man, Mexico

Yup



[Frost]

That's the way to go though, my homey got the dodo

The guero with the best yesca straight from Acapulco

Shoot a fool to Phoenix from Nevada, guess we're loco

But it's a no no to do a show without the dodo

What I'm supposed to smoke after the show at the mo mo

You know my estilo, baby hop into my low low

Indoor outdoor, came through without

The coffee shops in Amsterdam know what I'm about



[waitress]

Welcome to Amsterdam Frost

It's good to see you again

Today's specials are purple haze mixed with blonde Lebanese

And blueberry mixed with black Afghanistan



[Frost]

Yeah I want that too



[Don Cisco]

Me gusta



[Don Cisco]

Playboy shit, designer weed and Belvedere

Dime piece chicks in G-strings with rabbit ears

Atmosphere full of smoke, whole crew ranching

Five star hotels become the Hugh Hef' mansion

Don Cisco, I love getting lap dances

But baby hold on, I got a call from the Hit-A-Lick expansion



*phone rings*



[Don Cisco]

Get up, get up

Baby move

Hello?



[Tony G]

Yo



[Don Cisco]

Ton' G what's up



[Tony G]

What up man

Hey where the fuck's Tootie at



[Don Cisco]

Here's right here hold on

Frost



[Frost]

What's up dog



[Tony G]

Hey man, what are you doing

You gotta get down here at Hit-A-Lick tonight

Finish this damn album, man what's wrong with you



[Frost]

Damn man, we up here at Amsterdam dog

But man we're gonna get on a plane and do it right now dog

For sure



[Tony G]

Man you better get down here and knock it out

Tonight, tonight



[Frost]

The next thing you know we was on a flight

Back to LA the very same night

Game tight but LAX lost my luggage

I'm a boss so I chalked it up and just said fuck it

Me and Cisco hopped into the Cherokee truck

On dubs, stopped by the liquor store and got us some blunts

And then we hit the mall to quickly get fitted

Called Tony G, said we'd be there in twenty minutes

Pulled up to the parking lot, the spot was packed

ALT and Nino Brown, they got my back

Slowpain pulled up in a coke white El Camino

G-Fellas, Frost and Cisco, West Coast Gambinos

Pablito said that Hit-A-Lick's the place for me

Been down with Tony G since '83

Me, Ruthless and Eazy and like Peter, Paul and Mary

I been down since '95 when I first signed with Jerry

Heller, before that I was at Virgin getting cheddar

That Was Then, This Is Now, it'll be Frost forever