Frost Bit

Haha, yeah [Verse 1] Now everybody meet Ronnie (Who?) A young black suburban night Who was with the whites Since he learned to read and write He's only 10 and pretends to fit in Because the little white homies got him Thinking he's as white as them He has a pops who owns stock as it rocks Pops only problem was suburban and peach nobs (A drunk?) An alcoholic He didn't heat the early one that his kids were being frost bit He had a sister fat as you know You couldn't miss you Only black girl in the school So everybody used to diss her But back to little Ronnie Ronnie He made 100 bucks a week Mowing all the neighbors lawns But guess what he saved that money for fellas? (What?) To buy a surfboard to make the white friends' jealous And that's exactly what he did Catching waves was the trends So he did it for the white kids Benefit and now he's in some shit Cause he's half and can't surf for damn lick Head crack head crack Kept falling on that ass So he took that board back Now what do we have here? He gave up the surfing but still sports the surfing year Everyday not just a little bit Cause little Ronnie is on his way to being... [Hook] (x2) Frost bit, frost bit Ones you go black you never go back [Verse 2] Verse two little Ronnie, little older, little wiser All into rock and roll so he buys a cent a size I can't stand rap damn Sounds like mack 10 Got a gang of heavy metal poster taped up on his bedroom He's at the age, where his peers think he's strange Cause he comes to junior high In black leathers and chains Not to mention that he's black (Go Ronnie) And can't dance (Go Ronnie Go Ronnie) In motorcycle boots and pair of pants (Go Ronnie Go Ronnie) But everyday before school he stops by the local Arcal's Stealing candy bar and buying a pack of fresh of Marlbores And he can smoke between class cause he's a rebel Hanging with some white kids that worship the devil He quit sports in one week Because his coach when out like a Jimmy the Greek Thinking just because he's black He probably runs like a god But hell he proved that He was the slowest kid on the quad And it's a messed up scene When a young black kid gets caught in the in between Cause out there they could look down upon And in the ghetto they're automatic uncle time So how could little Ronnie ever be legit After 14 and half years of being frost bit [Hook] [Verse 3] Was the night before Christmas And all through the house Ronnie family packing boxes Cause they got to get the hell out Pops is a drunk, now they got to face facts First he lost his job and ripping through race tracks And little Ronnie can't stand it Moving to the ghetto is like moving to a different planet He seen things he never seen before Two people died in a shootout At the liquor store And he ain't accepted In a school he's a sell out So they beat the hell out Off his ass one day Cause you can't be soft and be in high school in L.A And that's all he took take He when straight to the pawn shop Bought himself a .38 And a flip of Jack Daniel's When home to his room Kill the lights and lid a couple candles And made his stereo blast A heavy metal tune while he's crying Thinking about the past And it's sad it has to end this way But little Ronnie didn't show up to school the next day And personally I can't take that shit When a life goes down the drain for being frost bit [Hook] ..Yeah.. ..Steffon.. ..In here for '94.. ..Message in all this.. ..Goes out to the youth.. ..For they are the future..