Rollin' down the calle in my rag four
Checkin' out some hynas, got a fifty dollar pore
Went to the park to hit the juice
Crazy homies out there waitin' to get loose
A ranfla pulls up, who can it be?
It was crazy ass Danger throwin up the 1-3
He rolled down his window and he started to say
"It's all about crazy South Central L.A"
'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide
South Central's in the house
Loco triggers down the block to give me the Glock
He said Crazy Speedy was on the rock
The vato Speedy was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my Chevy tryin' to steal the Alpine
Chase him up the calle to call a truce
The silly pendejo pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a sawed-off 12 gauge
One puto dead, L.A. Times front page
'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide
Woah, ehehehe
Bored as fuck, and I wanna get high
So I drove to the hood and the crazy Eastside
The homies out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my rag-top Impala
They gave me a Corona and I started drinkin'
And from the pisto, my breath started stinkin'
Left to get my hyna to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi
Ride to her chaca, so I walked in the 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 talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Jumped back like Chavez, punched the hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass out
'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide
Kick me with one of them funky ass beats
I'm rollin' hard, and down the street I go
I ran a stop light and hit a fuckin' pole
I looked at my ranfla and I said, "Chingado
I'm not Eazy-E and I can't buy another"
Walkin' home, I see the G-ride
Now Lazy's drivin', Filo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover C.R.A.S.H. in a dark green Nova
Filo got beat for resistin' arrest
He slapped the pig in the head for dissin' dos-uno-tres
Now the homies locked up for puttin' up a fight
Third strike on their ass, now they're lookin' at life
'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide
Your ass is mine
Who dares to go against me?
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The homie's stuck with some putos in the county jail
Two weeks later, in municipal court
Crazy Filo on trial, mad-dogging hardcore
"Fuckin' up the court", said the judge
On a double life sentence, my homies didn't budge
Bailiff 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 the pig and Filo went for the gun
With shackles on their feet and chains around their waist
The homies fucked up, now they got a new case
'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go and pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide
This DJ, he gets down
Who you callin' a
Biatch!
My style is the best