So Kold Album Version (Explicit) E

I'm the undisputed Latino rapero mero mero from the Five boroughs all the way to Cinco Puntos and Fuck all you putos who don't show me respect When I'm one of the reasons why you get Them royalty checks. I'm the one who raised the Mexican flag up worldwide and sold two million Records based on my brown pride. Taught the homies how to low ride, low gats And bust so we better not see you in Frost Angeles. 'Cause if I do, just like Cisco You're through, feed you to the lions at the LA Zoo. Half you Latin rap artists couldn't walk In my shoes and even when I'm drunk, Tanked up on booze, I've been down since Aladdin And WC paid dues. Old school, new school, what's cool, what's hot, What's in, what's not, it's still school of the Hard knocks and every second in LA somebody gets Shot. You can never ever underestimate this game. You can be rich and still feel pain. Tired getting crumbs when I had everything. The fame took me back to my leave alone Ways. 'Cause I don't know why this game's so Cold. Living my life on a dusty road. But I know I'm gonna pull through 'cause in The end I'm just like you, I'm so cold. I cruise with it in a coke white Super Sport. Always into trouble, always in and out of Court. I took it from the Lancer to some High class resorts and pulled some super bad prizas Out they Daisy Duke shorts. La Raza wasn't out yet, way before that era. Ran 10th Street out in Pico Rivera, Chilling with the Garzas, Sanchez, and Mosqueras. And when we were together we was down for Whatever. At the B-Bar Court up in North Ranchito Was the very first time they signed a chuco To a beat though. Backseat at the drive-in, Two homies in the trunk, get inside and when The coast is clear we open it up. We know without money we would all have fun. Got older, shit changed to guns and drugs, Lobos and thugs, players and pimps, Calling me the penguino for my offset limp. You can never ever underestimate this game. You can be rich and still feel pain. Tired getting crumbs when I had everything. The fame took me back to my leave alone Ways. 'Cause I don't know why this game's so Cold. Living my life on a dusty road. But I know I'm gonna pull through 'cause in The end I'm just like you, I'm so cold. Man, I can't believe you maricones acting chingon. This rap shit ain't for you so just leave It alone. Put down the microphone and get out The game. In less than 24 hours they'll forget Your name. Or go to the mountain top with The rest of your homies. It's on rotation on Latinos Only, that show's phony. You got a DM or play in a green M. It's like rapper by the name of Shit. That's what this Latin rap game is coming To. And if you take her out to dinner She'll be down with you too. But the movement's spearheaded by a chosen few. Some of us old and some of us new. But if it's one thing you should know, the Music's in your soul. That's why I can't stop, I'm addicted and I can't let it go. I'm a cold piece of work, but this you Already know. And I'ma stay down, way down like Zero below. You can never ever underestimate this Game. You can be rich and still feel pain. Tired of getting crumbs when I had everything. The fame took me back to my leave alone Ways. 'Cause I don't know why this game's so Cold. Living my life on a dusty road. But I know I'm gonna pull through 'cause in The end I'm just like you, I'm so cold.