[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]