Rollin down the calle in my rag four
Checking out some hinas got a fifty dollar pore
Went to the park to hit the juice
Crazy homies out there waiting to get loose
A ranfla pulls up, who can it be?
It was crazy ass Danger throwing up the 1-3
He rolled down his window and he started to say
"It's all about crazy South Central L.A."

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Cuz the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talking that shit puto we'll pull your card
No nothing in life but the crazy East Side
Don't fuck with us cuz we let nada slide

South Central Is in the house

Loco Trigger Is down the block
to give me the glock
He said Crazy Speedy was on the rock
The vato Speedy was a friend of mine
Till I caught him in my Chevy trying to steal the Alpine
Chase him up the calle to call a truce
The 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 drove to the hood in the crazy East Side
The homies out there making that dollar
I pulled up in my rag-top Impala
They gave me a Corona and I started drinking
And from the pisto my breath start stinking
Left to get my hina to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Guy Threw A Chancla, so I walked in the pack
My hina tripped out and she got me mad
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Saying shit like all I wanna do is hit
Started talking 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

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I'm rolling hard, and down the 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
Walking home I see the g-ride
Now Lazy's driving Filo on The side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
An undercover crash in a dark green Nova
Filo got beat for resisting arrest
He slapped the pig in the head for dissing dos-uno-tres
Now the homie's locked up for putting up a fight
First strike on their ass, now they're looking at life

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I went to get them out but there was no bail
The homie stuck some putos in the county jail
Two weeks later in Municipal Court
Crazy Filo on trial mad dogging Hardcore
Fucking up in court said the 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 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

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