[Verse 1: Kid Frost]
Blood spilled on the street top as a another revolver goes pop
And a little chalio at the age of fifteen, his heart stopped
Now look at the little vato
Who thought he was a sly little gato
Burnt his nine lives quick but what did you expect
He was living his life in full throttle
And the same damn shit is going on across town
Another little cholo claiming that it's them
So tonight it was going to do another drive-by
Under and forming a group to a gangster lullaby
And the bullets fly from the Uzi-R, why
How many Chicanos got to die
Aye yo man, what was we doing this for
No more wars, no more
[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Mmm, why can’t we live together
Tell me why, tell me why
All we need just a bit of little peace in this world
[Verse 2: Kid Frost]
Whittier boulevard, cruising in my car
And Rolla by is a real precision
We're killing off our own race
And at the same time, you talk about progression
Why, here's another lesson
That the Smith & Wesson has got homicide detectives guessing
I don’t talk to the narcos, I didn't see shit
And so I stepped in the carpools
Being a rat will get you served a queso
And all of the homeboys would be out to get you
There's rules on these streets and we almost go by
Or end up with a shove stick quick in a drive-by
The trap will squeeze, the rat ain't cheesing
All went down into a hot summer breeze
Temperature Ninety-nine point one
A young Chicanos dies under a gun
Aye man, what's it all for
No more wars, no more, no more
Blood spilled on the street top as a another revolver goes pop
And a little chalio at the age of fifteen, his heart stopped
Now look at the little vato
Who thought he was a sly little gato
Burnt his nine lives quick but what did you expect
He was living his life in full throttle
And the same damn shit is going on across town
Another little cholo claiming that it's them
So tonight it was going to do another drive-by
Under and forming a group to a gangster lullaby
And the bullets fly from the Uzi-R, why
How many Chicanos got to die
Aye yo man, what was we doing this for
No more wars, no more
[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Mmm, why can’t we live together
Tell me why, tell me why
All we need just a bit of little peace in this world
[Verse 2: Kid Frost]
Whittier boulevard, cruising in my car
And Rolla by is a real precision
We're killing off our own race
And at the same time, you talk about progression
Why, here's another lesson
That the Smith & Wesson has got homicide detectives guessing
I don’t talk to the narcos, I didn't see shit
And so I stepped in the carpools
Being a rat will get you served a queso
And all of the homeboys would be out to get you
There's rules on these streets and we almost go by
Or end up with a shove stick quick in a drive-by
The trap will squeeze, the rat ain't cheesing
All went down into a hot summer breeze
Temperature Ninety-nine point one
A young Chicanos dies under a gun
Aye man, what's it all for
No more wars, no more, no more
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