Frost (West Coast) - Mexican Border lyrics

(Guitar) (Kid Frost) Yeah.......Ruthless-Relativity 497 Somebody got shot (Verse One: Kid Frost) When I was a kid no one gave a f** about me Had to get my sh** 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 f** did you have to k**?" 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 muthaf**a' 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 sh** that couldn't be bought I'm rollin' up a Five with a truck full of f** 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 a** 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 f** that sh** Now it's one dead punk (hahaha) (Police=P)(Kid Frost=K) (P)Hey beaner you wanna step (K: What?) out the f**ing car? (K)Man,f** 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 muthaf**a' 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)