Proper Dos — We're At It Again lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "We're At It Again" by Proper Dos.
Lyrics
It’s the microphone wrecker, chavala checker
Can’t fuck around with the brown Azteca
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bigot
I’m just down for my race
And I’ll be damned if you fuck with it
People know what’s up and get respect
Step out of line, wind up gettin' checked
By some vatos that are low down
, fuck around and we’ll fuck the whole town up
Just like L. A back in 70s, foo
(Yeah, where in the fuck where you?)
Well I was just a kid, probably shittin' my diapers
But now in '95, I’m giving hell to firefighters
Putting in work, and bonny
Here, have a cocktail fools, it’s on me
Compliments of the M-F-N
Don’t look now but We’re At It Again
Mexican Power
Yeah, I’m very proud of that
Mexican Power
Yeah, I’m very proud of that
Mexican Power
Yeah, I’m very proud of that
Mexican Power
Yeah, I’m very proud of that
Mexican Power, that’s the name of this
Hit the stop, inject button and we’ll break our wrist
Cuz this time foo we’re coming twice as rough
No super shows cuz we ain’t nice enough
But this taco eating vato knees ain’t bendin'
Chicano militant, never surrenderin'
So send in the troops if you must
And we’ll see whose the first one to bust
First for the to us (Fuck 'em_
Now they wanna go and try and One Eighty Seven us (fuck 'em)
And send us back to the nation
Where they take their family on vacation
So once again, it’s my hour
Droppin' a sequal to Mexican Power
It’s time that I picked up the pen
Don’t look now but We’re At It Again, foo
I wanna put in some work but not on another street
I wanna point my pistol at that foo' named Pete
Blast his ass out the muthafuckin' podium
You see raza got my back than you see at the
Swapmeet, we got heat so why fuck with us?
I’m sick of takin' trips on the county bus
But if it gots to be then I guess it is
I’m lookin' out for mine, that’s it, fuck his
And while you’re at it foo', why don’t you run and fuck the publish?
Chicano got beef in Compton, muthafuckas change the subject
And you tryna stop us at the border
We’ll let me say the fuse is lit and it’s gettin' shorter
And you know what happens when it reaches the end
We’ll be at it again, foo'