Letras
It's all going down this year, my 'lac's in gear
And I wiped off my tattoo tears
A lot of things have changed since '90
I got a lot more homeboys and gente behind me
And this time you just can't stop me
No telling what might happen when your kids get a copy
Of the '95 remix, we in the casa, I did it for the Raza
Because it's all brand new, it's updated
You see, my Cherokee's a 'lac and my spokes are gold plated
I'm hittin' side to side, there's a lump in my throat
But I just can't swallow my brown pride
I'm like an eagle with a snake in his mouth
And a brown fist represents Frost in the house
Comin' back hard on the rap scene
It's all about the red, white and green
Yeah
Here I go again, and I'm bound to win
Because I'm proud of the color of my skin
You see, I'm kinda like De La Hoya
I'm filled with the spirit of an Aztec warrior
And that means you better not mess with me
This is Frost, the capital F-R-E-S-T
I'm hittin' switches like back in the video
I'm that same fool that you seen five years ago
I still cruise, I paid my dues
And the only thing new is some more tattoos
It's that Mexican sound that makes it brown
I'm stompin' in my Nikes and I'm all creased down
Out in El Paso, up through Chicago
Even in Manhattan they're begging for a Latin
Cities like Miami is waitin' for another jam
I rock Mexico but call it the motherland
Yeah
Man, I think I came up with a solution
And the answer is Brown Revolution
So pump your fist to this, and wave your Mexican flag
And be proud that your khakis sag
I'm here to set the record straight, and clean up the slate
All player haters headed upstate
They hate to see me bouncin' through East Los
Or coolin' in my house on the hill on the West Coast
Or hangin' with the veterano OGs
And hearin' all the stories of the '70s
Like how the boulevard used to be