Somethin’ for the Ridas (La Raza Intro) OG Kid Frost

[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 kill
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