Mexican
Q.A.S.B Lyrics
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You know, you go next door to Mario house (on the real)
Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level
Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
We done lost sight of the greater good (on the real)
We just live in peace and harmony
'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (talk to 'em)
He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
I be out in Compton wearin' NaeNae, ayy
Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace Frog
I'm a Westside nigga, yeah, the best side
Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside
2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor
Big bro said, "Lil' homie, get your paper"
Mama kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful
My lil' brother went to prison, we was livin' reckless
Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
And you ain't Taylor Gang if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh
Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holdin' thunder
On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slumber
Runnin' hot like the Cali summer
When I was younger, the division used to put us under
Now don't you wonder? Runnin' blind from the one time
See us in and out the county on the gray line
And all I ever had was money on my fuckin' mind
Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine
You understand?
We was gonna walk out on them
On they Cinco de Mayo thing
So we did
Ayy, eighth grade, I never walked the stage
We had took too many fades, I was fuckin' up grades
It was Black versus Mexican, fightin' in the locker room
Walkin' down the block at night, hop out, pop at you
Always with the extra, never turn down
It was mixed dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound
Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled
Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul
Me and JM, Twenty took the fifties off
We was out on '54, Mils and G.Casso
Push as hell, B, we had the bitty on lock
Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top
Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, oh
I got pistols hopin' to fade, what's the play? Uh
Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage, feelin' godly (ayy)
This molly my only crime (brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah
Tiffany shades, this a wave
For the fame and change, all we wanna be was gang (ayy)
Throw the chamber or knock, gon' be hangin', we on the way, uh
Enemies, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh
Judge give me twenty, hell on my mother's face, agh
Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
No fathers, dead homies, another day (brrt)
Q.a.s.b.'s song "The Mexican" is a commentary on how people of different races and ethnicities can grow up together in friendship and unity, only to be divided by societal influence that creates tension and violence. The lyrics express the sentiment that despite these differences and conflicts, we should all strive for peace and harmony because ultimately, we are all children of God.
The opening verse talks about how the singer and his childhood friends used to share video games and have a personal connection, but now they are divided along racial lines. The chorus contains a chant that sarcastically lists various racial and gang affiliations as if they are the only important aspects of someone's identity. The rest of the song continues to tell stories about growing up in a gang-ridden area and dealing with the violence and division caused by racism and societal pressures.
One interesting aspect of the song is the use of the term "ese" which translates to "homeboy" or "dude" in Spanish, but has also been used as a derogatory term towards Mexican-Americans. The line "He either Blood or he Crip or ese" seems to suggest that the term has become just another label to divide people. Another interesting aspect is the use of place names such as Compton, Bompton, and '54 which are all references to neighborhoods in Los Angeles that are associated with gang activity.
Overall, the song is a powerful message about the importance of unity and understanding in a world that often seeks to divide us. It is a call to ignore the labels forced upon us and instead see each other as individuals worthy of respect and love.
Chords (if known):
Unfortunately, the chords for Q.a.s.b.'s "The Mexican" are not readily available.
Line by Line Meaning
It's crazy 'cause we all started together
It's insane how we all began at the same place
You know, you go next door to Mario house (on the real)
We were all once familiar with each other to a personal level
Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level
We shared experiences and knew each other before society separated us
Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
Now we are against each other due to the division caused by societal influence
We done lost sight of the greater good (on the real)
We forgot the value of unity that can lead us to greatness
We just live in peace and harmony
We should strive to live together in peace and unity
'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (talk to 'em)
We should come together because we are all God's creation
LA-LA, LA-LA, ayy
Musical interlude
He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
People are divided by gang affiliation or ethnicity
I be out in Compton wearin' NaeNae, ayy
I live in Compton and enjoy dancing.
Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace Frog
I move to Bompton, honoring Frog's memory
I'm a Westside nigga, yeah, the best side
I am from the Westside and believe it's the best.
Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside
I have some loyal friends from the Eastside.
2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor
I plan to run for the position of a mayor in 2022.
Big bro said, "Lil' homie, get your paper"
My older brother said I should focus on making money.
Mama kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful
My mother evicted me because of my disrespect.
My lil' brother went to prison, we was livin' reckless
My younger brother was arrested due to our reckless living.
Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
My neighbor Sergio helped me get my first tattoo.
And you ain't Taylor Gang if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh
You cannot be considered part of Taylor Gang unless you have a tattoo of it.
Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holdin' thunder
Life is harsh, and I have a gun to protect myself.
On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slumber
If you mess with me on my block, I'll make you sleep permanently.
Runnin' hot like the Cali summer
I am always under intense pressure like the California sun.
When I was younger, the division used to put us under
When I was younger, social separation was still pressuring us.
Now don't you wonder? Runnin' blind from the one time
Don't you wonder why we run away from the police?
See us in and out the county on the gray line
We frequently get in and out of jail.
And all I ever had was money on my fuckin' mind
My mind was always preoccupied with making money.
Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine
I am living in a dangerous place and making a living.
You understand?
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
We was gonna walk out on them
We planned to boycott their Cinco de Mayo event.
On they Cinco de Mayo thing
Referring to the Cinco de Mayo event
Ayy, eighth grade, I never walked the stage
I did not attend nor graduate from eighth grade.
We had took too many fades, I was fuckin' up grades
I was getting into fights, which affected my grades.
It was Black versus Mexican, fightin' in the locker room
The black students and Mexican students fought each other in the locker room.
Walkin' down the block at night, hop out, pop at you
When walking around at night, I am always ready to attack my enemies.
Always with the extra, never turn down
I always go the extra mile and never back down from a challenge.
It was mixed dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound
We started small in the drug game until we could sell a whole pound.
Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled
The police always target us with racial profiling.
Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul
My black friends are no longer with us because of unjust treatment.
Me and JM, Twenty took the fifties off
Me, JM, and Twenty took a break from selling drugs for a while.
We was out on '54, Mils and G.Casso
We hung out on 54th street with Mils and GCasso.
Push as hell, B, we had the bitty on lock
We worked hard, and we were famous for selling drugs in the Bitty (neighborhood).
Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top
I can't comprehend we lost your father; he believed we would succeed.
Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
People thought thug life was short-lived.
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, oh
People said I would never succeed.
I got pistols hopin' to fade, what's the play? Uh
I have guns waiting to be used; what's the plan?
Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage, feelin' godly (ayy)
I'm going to kill you, and I feel powerful.
This molly my only crime (brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah
My only illegal act was possession of MDMA.
Tiffany shades, this a wave
I wear expensive sunglasses because it's fashionable.
For the fame and change, all we wanna be was gang (ayy)
We only wanted to gain fame and wealth through gang life.
Throw the chamber or knock, gon' be hangin', we on the way, uh
Shoot or punch, and you will face dire consequences, and we are almost there.
Enemies, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh
We have made enemies, including racist white people, and we cannot avoid them.
Judge give me twenty, hell on my mother's face, agh
The judge gave me a twenty-year sentence, devastating my mother.
Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
Several men exited a minivan to attack our gang members.
Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh
I wear a mask and a hoodie because gang membership doesn't rely on race.
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
I will live according to God's will until I lose faith.
No fathers, dead homies, another day (brrt)
My father is not around, and more of my friends have died, and life goes on.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dernst Emile II, James Royo, Louis Freese, Maurice Young, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
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