M.F.M.

Текст песни Proper Dos - M.F.M.

M.F.M. Lyrics[Verse 1: Frank V]
Simon!  Y para un frijol eating cabron
Cyclone, pelon, chingon and all that
The local cholo went solo but I came back
With Mexican Militia on my hat
A baseball bat
It's on cause Chicanos gotsta scrap
Ready to beat down, ready to shoot
Ready to burn down, ready to loot
And won't stop til my point's understood
And I ain't gonna do it in my own neighborhood
I'm gonna do it where they'll be affected
Until some civilized  muthafuckas are elected
Frank V's loc'ing up
For years Chicanos have been broken up
It's the different gangs, different sections
But wait til we get together
Muthafuckin' Mexicans!
[Hook]
I'll put in your culo, a .38 slug
Hey Frank, kick back on the lyrics
You're a lil' too hype on them, just relax, relax

[Verse 2: Frank V]
Fuck that shit man chale!
Gimme my cuete, so I can do a jale
But not on someone brown from another town
But on them muthafackas that try to keep the raza down
I gotta pay em back
I got my stolen ride and I grabbed my stolen gat
Jacked a 12 pack and now I'm ready to attack
My teacher called me a wet back
Now he's gonna get cracked
He said that my race was no good
So now I'm on my way to a rich neighborhood
With my nine milli
About to act silly
And get raw like the outlaw Billy
The kid
You know what did?
I went to square it off with a gringo who hates me
Took my last sip took my cuete off safety
Seen him with his wife coming out of the casa
And I said boo-ya! This is for the raza!
And drove off at a highway speed
I'll be damned if the pinche jura catch me
Cause they just love, to pull over a Latin
And hope he starts running
So they can start cappin'
But "Ay yo captain
This Chicano ain't goin' to run
And uno ochenta siete's my favorite num"
And I'll fight til the end
Aqui para Frank V, a Muthafuckin' Mexican
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Frank V]
I'm the kind of Mexican that they hate
The kind that you wouldn't want your daughter to date
That kind that believes for equal rights you gotta fight
The kind that makes the fighting bitches hold they purse tight at night
But then again I'm the average
Cause the t-shirt and khakis make me a savage
To the average caucasian or asian
Thinking that I'm ugly and suck-but they're wrong
I'm not really a beast
That's just an image conjured up by the paranoid police
Always looking for a scapegoat
Or any excuse to grab a Mexican by his throat
And I heard they got a new saying
You break the law and we'll break your jaw
And I'm mad as fuck!
And I'm sick of your conduct
And I'm sick of the jokes of white crack
I bet that you're mad to see a Mexican on wax
Making hits
Gimme the hard look, I don't give a shit
I know you're just dancing around the hat
Fuck all the other muthafuckas, Yeah I said that!
So when you try to attack
I'm gonna dance around your head as if you were a muthafucken hat
Fuckin' punk, fucken muthafucka
I told you not to under-estimate the power of a Mexican
Muthafuckin' Mexican!
[Hook]