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'm not 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 Into 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 could do a jale But not on someone brown from another town But them muthafackas that try to keep the Raza down I gotta pay em back I got my stolen ride, then 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 I did? I went to square it off with a gringo who hates me Took my last swig, 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 juras 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 number" 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 The kind who believes for equal rights you gotta fight The kind that makes the frightened bitches hold their 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'll mug'em or something But they're bugging! 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 you're mad to see a Mexican on wax Making hits Gimme the hard looks, 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]