[Frost] (Verse 1) Q-vo, aqui estoy It's the new Frost I got somethin' for the riders, that like to floss My Chevy's lowered And it's on Daytons I roll down the street and the juras start hatin' Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will In a SS Impala Dressed to k** It's in my blood to be a real lowrider Take a heina to the tele And pull a all-nighter Chicago knows that I'm brown and proud So from L.A. to New York My tapes play loud Right now I'm in the Yay And I'm high off the big sticky green bombay I'm with my homeboys, my ties, my camaradas Latino Velvet clicka so pa mi no dige nada Yo soy chingon, player Like Al Capone, player And real riders They never sleep alone, player Some of y'all be hatin' cause my game is tighter It's not for you anyway Cause this for the riders Chorus: Just a little somethin' for the riders Westsiders Eastsiders Just a little somethin' for the riders Northsiders Southsiders (Verse 2) Rollin' in the calles, cruisin' in a caro I keep a suavecito by my side like Malo Tu no sabes nada, your game is hollow And Big Daddy Frost is a hard act to follow Still, you try to act cool But you should know It goes down in the back of the low-low You just a peewee, you can't get none ever You can't see me, fool I got cheddar And all the riders throw it up (Throw it up) From the west to the east, we can sew it up Roll one up And pa** me the lighter Yeah, this is for the riders Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Dipping in the low-low, headed for the bolo With the Convoy riders, I never roll solo And when I go out alone I pack I told so, the chavalas, cous' don't never get my scratch Everytime, that I hit the street (I hit the street) I got to have a breezy in the pa**anger seat (In the pa**enger seat) Just like the song This is for the Raza I gotta stay heated everytime I leave the casa And when we roll out of state On golden candy paint Hittin' switches And bouncin' on a scrape plate Gangsta leanin' on them white wall tires Slow and low And this is for the riders Repeat Chorus