 Rollin down da calle in my rag four
Checkin out some hynas got a fifty dollar pore
Went to da park to hit da juice
Crazy homies out there waitin to get loose
A ranfla pulls up , who can that be?
It was crazy ass Danger throwin up da 1-3
He rolled down his window and started to say
"It's all about crazy South Central L.A."
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Cuz da vatos in da barrio are always hard
You come talkin that shit we'll go and pull ur card
And nothin in life but da crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us cuz we let nada slide
South Central's in da house
Loco triggers down da block to give me da glock
He said Crazy Speedy was a friend of mine
Till i cought him in my Chevy tryin to steal da Alpine
Chase him up da calle to call a truce
Da silly pendejo pulled out a duece-duece
Little did he know i had a sawed off twelve gage
One puto dead , LA Times front page
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Bored as fuck and i wanna get high
So i drve to da hood and da crazy Eastside
Da homies out there making that dollar
I pulled in my rag-top Impala
They gave me a Corona and i started drinking
And from da pisto my breath started stinking
Left to get my hyna to rock that body
Before i left i hit da Bacardi
Ride to her chaca , so i walked in da pack
My hyna tripped out and she got me mad
She said something that i couldn't believe
Sayin shit like all i wanna do is hit
Started talking shit , wouldn't you know
Jumped back like Chavez , punched da hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So i gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass out
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I'm rollinhard , and down da street i go
I ran a stop light and hit a fucking pole
I looked at my ranfla and i said "chingao"
I'm not Eazy-E and i can't buy another
Walkin home i see the g-ride
Now Lazy's drivin Feelo on the side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
An undercover crash in da dark gree Nova
Feelo got beat for resisting arrest
He slapped the pig in da head for dissin dos-uno-tres
Now da homies locked up for puttin up a fight
First strike on their ass , now they're lookin at life
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I went to get them out but there was no bail
Da homies stuck some putos in da county jail
Two weeks later in Municipal Court
Crazy, Feelo, Antrow, Mad Dog, and Hardcore
Fuckin up da court said da judge
On a double life sentence, my homies didn't budge
Baliff walked over to lock them up
The homies looked and grinned and didn't give a fuck
They yelled out their hood and tried to run
Lazy hit da pig and Feelo went for da gun
With shackles on their feet and chains around their waist
The homies fucked up, now they got a new case
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