[Introduction Dialogue: Kid Frost]
Frost is back on another laid back track
Conceived by me and my homeboy Tony G
As you'll kick back, relax and chill...

[Verse 1: Kid Frost]
Otra vez, a puro marón molida
Cooked up another dish, fresh out the cocina
Caliente and that means hot
And it'll get hotter weather you like it or not
Pasa la agua, the water
Ooo homes, it's much, much hotter
I broke on in a sweat
This chili from Texas was some hot ass shit
What's going down in Brownsville
And the Cantina where the Tejanos chill
Drinking the mesca
And one by one, yo I watch them fall
They wake up all crudo
So abuela warms up the menudo
And once again it's tranquilo
Until the vatos decide to crack the top of the tequila
Borracho, drunk as a skunk
Fall off the top bunk
And now you got a bump on your cabeza
As you sip on the go
These stories have to be told
[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
Know we got to move on (These stories have to be told)
Know we got to groove on (These stories have to be told)
Know we got to move on (These stories have to be told)
Know we got to groove on (These stories have to be told)

[Verse 2: Kid Frost]
Numero dos, finds us in the zone of dos, uno, tres
And this little cholito that got himself in a mess
His plaquiaso was whetto
And everywhere daddy went, the vato quiere perro
So as the tiempo went on
Thee hatred for whetto got more strong
So whetto started packing a filetto
Cause the caje, the block, the ghetto
Were all trying to get him
He wanted out to forget his past but they wouldn't let him
So he moved out of state and changed his name
Shit happens quick when you live the fast lane
Traveling in a speed of light with no brakes
Do whatever you got to do and whatever it takes
I know the stories getting kind of old
But it has to be told

[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
Know we got to move on
Know we got to groove on (Yeah, this story has to be told)
Know we got to move on (Yeah)
Know we got to groove on (Has to be told)
[Verse 3: Kid Frost]
This one has to be told también
And pass the word down to all your friends
There's this dude who rolls around in a Mercedes Benz
Who's main plans were all your ends
He hands you the mirror and a straw
And turns inside of your nostril's raw
He's your friend, your buddy, your pal for life
You're all doped up so he grabs your wife
And lays her on the cama
While the reason for the treason, can't hang with all the drama
The homies can't play far
She a freaky as she speaks, someone else's in his cookie jar
So go ahead and act bold
It's a shame that the Cane has got you so
(Hey, little homie, check yourself)
These stories have to be told

[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
Know we got to move on
Know we got to groove on, yeah (Yeah)
Know we got to move on (These stories have to be told)
Know we got to groove on, groove on, yeah

You know the story must be told (Oh yeah)
Got to move one, move on, move on
(Just another one of them story tellers, you know what I'm saying
Something just for you at '92)
Move on, move on (Frost)
Tell the story
Move on (Yeah..)