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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