OG Kid Frost — No More Wars

[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 [Chorus: Rich Garcia] Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Mmm, why can't we live together No more wars, no more wars All we need just a little bit of peace in this world, yeah No more wars, no more wars, no more wars Mmm, no more wars Tell me why, tell me why, all the homies are killing each other [Verse 3: Kid Frost] Sysco was a cholo from East L.A Who traded of a image all the way And just to be down with all his tights He used to get high in generic nights Hang out in a corner behind the tracks Slinging them big ass Indo sacks And rolling in his Riviera And everybody knew of Sysco's tierra One day, some foos decided to roll on Give up the cash or we're gonna go upside your head Sysco pulled out his cuete and shot one of the vatos, dead And now it’s on the front page I guess it’s true what they say, the whole world is a fucking stage Set in a concrete arena C.R.A.S.H. must think and that makes us go meaner Yo, I don't know what possessed you To want to shoot at the police when they came to arrest you It was like he was tripping off acid Bland, bland, bland, and you kept blasting The juras started acting like a gang And task was out to bust that ass Is this the life you’re looking for No more wars, no more, no more [Chorus: Rich Garcia] Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Mmm, why can't we live together No more wars, no more wars All we need just a little bit of peace in this world, yeah Everybody wants to live together Why can't we live together Tell me why too many brothers dying Too many mothers crying When will we ever learn We got to have some peace in this world No more wars, no more wars...