Frost (West Coast) - Still Up in This sh** (Intro) lyrics

[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 sh** 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 bullsh**ting [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 f** 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 sh**, 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 f**'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 f** 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