[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]