• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vatos 'N The Barrio - Brownside
• Thirteen Reasons - Brownside
• Sureno Vida - Brownside
• So Ruff - Brownside
• Rest In Peace - Brownside
• People Vs. Toker - Brownside
• Payback - Brownside
• Look Through My Eyes - Brownside
• Life On The Streets - Brownside
• Last Day - Brownside
• It's All Good - Brownside
• Hittin' Switches - Brownside
• Gangsters P.O.V. - Brownside
• Gang Related - Brownside
• Eastside Drama - Brownside
• Do Or Die - Brownside
• Creepin' - Brownside
• Corona - Brownside
• Can't Stop The Southland (Don't Stop The Music) - Brownside
• Another Crazy Day - Brownside

Rollin down the calle in my rag four
Checkin out some hanas got a fifty dollar pore
Went to the park to hit the juice
Crazy homies out there waitin to get loose
A rafla pulls up, who can that 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."
[Chorus]
Cuz the vatos in the varrio are always hard
You come talkin that shit we'll go and pull your card
And nothin in life but the crazy Eastside
Don't fuck with us cuz 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 bendejo pulled out a duece-duece
Little did he know I had a sawed off twelve gage
One puto dead, LA Times front page
[Chorus]
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 drinking
And from the buesto my breath started stinking
Left to get my hana to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Buck Cardi
Ride to her chaca, so I walked in the pack
My hana 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
[Chorus]
I'm rollin hard, and down the street I go
I ran a stop light and hit a fucking pole
I looked at my rafla and I said "chingao"
I'm not Eazy-E and I can't buy another
Walkin home I see the g-ride
Now Eazy's drivin feet low on the side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
An undercover crash in a dark green Nova
Dreamer got beat for resisting arrest
He slaped the pig in the head for dissin dos-uno-tres
Now the homey's locked up for puttin up a fight
First strike on their ass, now they're lookin at life
[Chorus]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The homies stuck some putos in the county jail
Two weeks later in Municipal Court
Crazy, Feelo, Antrow, Mad Dog, and Hardcore
Fuckin up the 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 Feelo went for the gun
With shackles on their feet and chains around their waist
The homies fucked up now they got a new case

Hey Ese, at least some groups of little mocosos
We were born to represent the Raza
Hey man I didn't get asked to, I was jumped into this motherfucker
To all the lifers doing time, keep your head up loco
The thirteenth razon to be a Sureño is
Hold your ground and put it down en las calles where you live
Let's give thought to the twelve, in your mind picture wealth
Getting your slang on strong for your family and your health
We break dough how we roll up in this hustle game
Just four razones, I won't explain
Razon numero once, es algo que conoses
y union entre pandillas living Sureño Vida
Some locos are with it, others choose to go broke
Respeto for fuckers that call the gun smoke
Hell yea, you know the deal ese always keep it real
Razon numero diez, pack your fucking steal
Cuz they will catch you slipping, they will pop their clip in
And these Thirteen Razones are why these locos tripping
Some stake you in their chest and go out the back door
Wicked from Brownside here to make you fiend more
[Chorus]
Some don't want to hear it, but fuck it yo te enseño
Trece razones to be a Sureno
This is the way it should be done ese, remember where you're from
Trece razones to be a Sureno
One think we know is we have calle control
Trece razones to be a Sureno
Our lives and quettes cursed, the Brownside brought it first
Trece razones to be a Sureno
I break it down to number nine, this is one you keep on mind
Put in work to pay your dues, remember always roll with trues
Numero ocho should be something that we prove
Like moving the celdas as Surenos proudly move
Breaking fools left and right, when I explain it comes tight
Living life as bandieros, catch you slipping do you right
Some get to see the inside, others don't participate
Razon numbero siete is to get out all the hate
That we create while growing up, end up not giving a fuck
Temper's a hair-trigger, that's why vatos learn to buck
And duck to leave the scene, number six is for the fiend
Addicted like a clucker to this gangster dream
You see, what we do is jump in to the neck
And I'm bringing it real, so what you see is what you get
Number five never hide, you take it with you when you ride
In Spanish it's orgullo in English they call it pride
[Chorus]
I'ma drop this last verse, don't forget that I'm the first
To bring the curse of pistolas and that Super Sport hurst
There's a couple more razones, but before I get to that
Know that all of us Sureños never hesitate to snap, just like that
Now you know, here comes number four
It's survive in these streets cuz they stalk you hardcore
So watch them close, eventually they'll creep
And if I'm not mistaken, we're on reason number three
Now you know all the rules but this one makes you choose
It's a seed that gets planted and grows while you pay dues
Now who's down with their pride? Number two can't be denied
So I'ma let you putos know, it's still the Brownside
Porque we don't hide nada like the rest of them chavalas
What we can't handle with words, loco we handle with balas
The primero razon is to have corazon
And if your hoods respect it, ahi te haces cabron
[Chorus]
Trece razones

Sureno Vida
That's what we gonna call this motherfucker
Yeah
Q-Vo, it's that Sureno Vida ese
Hell yeah
This is Malito from Brownside
Nobody represents like we do
Yeah, Brownside
It don't stop, the Eastside
It don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit
1990 to the year 2G
Mexican style you know
Soy Malito de Brownside, ya tela saves
Espicando preridad dedeto from las calles
Sur California represent it at it's best
SCLA puts you juevos at test
While you're high as a bird, gang-banging on the curb
Some end up getting shot, fuckers have nerve
To serve those who need it, some get defeated
Locos don't stop until this mission is completed
That's Sureno Vida, trip out loco mira
Don't slip on them quettes y las balas que tepira
I'll make it clear, now you picture what you hear
Surenos dos-uno-tres simon loco we're here
Putting a spot on the map for Nuestra Raza
I'm start with the Brownside, vamos you know que pasa
I'll speak on things that'll make you street wise
Now lend me your ears and I'll open your eyes
Hell yea
How long can you fucking hide
You just lend me your ears ese
Taking a little trip through the Eastside
South Central in ya mental
Bendejo
Bring it siempre
Si puero que muleño
Blue rag is a Sureno
Bloods and Crip have their room
Deja mete sueño
Bandieros hold their grounds, other hold theirs
Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players
Cold stares and blocks in you're on the wrong block
This petho don't quit and this shit won't stop
The point I keep strong, know where you belong
Stay up, live long and keep your mentality strong
Live and give knowledge to snotty mocosos
Before they fuck theirs and dig out the wrong poso
Finally the end is what they'll meet
Either a black body bag or a pinche white sheet
They creep in the street con bullets and heat
Survive and stay alive or else finish and sleep
That's the last sound they'll hear
The cuerpo loses a soul then they're out of here
Hell yea
That one goes out to the little mocosos in the fucking calles
You knuckleheads know who you are
Knuckleheads
We all come from the same roots
Yeah we been there
Bald and Brown, Sureno Vida
Bald and Brown baby
Bald and Brown
A pen and pad of paper is all a loco has
Gotta find money you know, and take the cash
To last in this mundo blast never segundo
Roll it, I'll light it, then it's your turno
Pass it to the right (Mari Mari) that's right
Drinking besto and smoke weed, just do what you like
To go through with a plan know where you stand
And I'm that man that'll make you say "Goddamn"
The concrete we stand on is strong like my gente
Time has come but I can loco represente
With no one to blame we maintain insane
In this rap game porque we feel no shame
Of our style we roll with and toke or spliff
Que levante a lift let's get out of shift
A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes
Besto, cerveza, Corona with nines
Hell yea
Corona with nines
All you bandiero motherfuckers out there
Sureno Vida
Dos-uno-tres
SCLA
Eastside
You know
Brownside
You know we're here to stay
What you thought we was gonna go out like punk motherfuckers?

A deadly image of my life fading away
I relax to kick it, thinkin about my gangster ways
In my head I can see my homies, and some bitches also that know me
From the block, you know we're at the spot
With everyday they slang weed and rock
Got my gun cuz there's still more to come
Just to make sure my enemies get some
Thinkin like a mad ass on a crazy trip
I stop to think, really ain't shit
Fuck it, cuz it's all in the past
If only I knew, I wouldn't even last
I miss all the crazy times I had
Talkin gang of shit, goin headin with my dad
For some problem we couldn't resolve
Plus in my pocket a puete that revolve
But not for him, my mind was full of other sins
Took his ride with my slim-jim
Those were the days to the beginning of a maze
I even remember the first time that I blazed
[Chorus]
So rough, so tough
Rollin through my city
So rough, so tough
Bangin in my city
I sit back and reminice of the good old days
Hittin parties, gettin high were my crazy ass ways
Hanging out with my homies til late at night
On my block sellin dope til the break of light
49th Street was were the spot was at
Right in front of my primo's pad is were I sat
Living life in the fast lane
But at the same time it was all a game
Driven all hard then I hit YA
Simon, strolling in my blues in the County LA
Holding my own as a young ass fool
But thinking at the time everything was cool
Gang-bangin pelones, tagged-out cavrones
I hung around with nothing but crazy ass matones
That's the life I live and only thing I know
Three strikes what the hell, that's how my story goes
[Chorus]
So much shit I overlooked
Just like that my pinje life was took
I don't give a fuck I'm a Mexican
Now I'm here just rememberin
Believe me, it's all the same routine
See, who's the next fool to come and be me
The moon ain't cheese, you'll be beggin on your knees
Still think you crazy? Fuck with these
Troops who lace fools and pay dues daily
All the petho on the streets made me wanna creep, puttin enemigas to sleep
Tu conchos carros ¿Que pasa Dee?
Yea ese I remember all that
Not giving a fuck and daily carryin a strap
Back though, to what I wanted you to know
I got caught up in the gang, no goin back loco

Aqui estoy thinking about you carnalito
Everytime you cross my mind tu sabes que me aguito
I remember when we used to kick back and have a blast
It's hard to believe now it's back in the past
I remember those times like it was yesterday
I knew if I was there and you were here it'd be the same way
We never thought we'd go through anything like this
Now we sit back and pray and say Rest In Peace
All the homies got your name tatted behind their neck
Some on their chest and back, arm just to show respect
You're always on our mind everyday and every night
We miss you carnal, and things just ain't right
[Chorus]
These firme memories, of my brother
They feel so wonderful
Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace
Every chance we get we're sitting by your grave site
Thinking about you, looking up in the sky
Mom sits back whiping tears from her eyes
We sit and talk about you and she starts to cry
She says how much she wants to hold you back again
In her arms like before, holding you by your hand
Every night we pray and think about you bro
It's hard to accept that you had to go
I sit back and drift and remenice of you
Of all the firme tiempos and the things we used to do
Simon carnal, you're in my mente all the time
Tu tienes primero and you'll never stay behind
Your kids are growing up and they ask about you bro
They say they miss daddy but I guess you know
We say you're in the skies looking down at them
They stare at one another like they don't understand
Damn carnal, if only we could take time
Back to the days when everything was fine
Ooooohhh, I'm missing you
[Chorus x2]
Sometimes I sit at the pad in the living room
Checking out your pictures, listening to some oldies tunes
The ones you liked, the ones you used to bump
Confessing The Feeling, Try Me, and Let's Get It On
Takes me back to the days when you were here
Sometimes I close my eyes and I can hear you real clear
Rest In Peace in the heavens up above
Those you left behind from us got nothing but love
Simon carnal, that's how it is, you're being missed
Now all we have are the firme memories
We used to share in the days when you were here with us
Now another firme brother and a son is lost
I know we'll see each other cuz we'll be there some day
Rest In Peace carnal, for you we all pray
Ooooohhh, I'm missing you
[Chorus]
Heeey carnal
Do you hear me calling
I want to kick it with you my brother
Back to back, like we used to
With all the homies, homies

The case
The people versus Toker
The charge
Second degree murder
Up in court, we all hate to wait
With your life in the hands on the jury that debates
And creates, you into something that your not
They try to get you got but they can't pin you to the spot
No evidence found still they hunt you like a hound
Must be cuz we're down for the Brown
Still real so feel me when I say
That they'll lock you down for your gangster's way
You pay your time up in jail
The judge don't give a fuck ese, I can tell
Fuck the punk, I'm done, give me a chance
Sixteen shots shot, to make a fucker dance
And pay for what he's done, dig his ass a ditch
It's like a crazy itch, wanna bury the bitch
That's what I feel while I'm in this room
The jury don't come out, I hope they come out soon
Guilty, I don't wanna be found
Guilty, but they hunt me down
Guilty, I don't wanna be found
Guilty, but they hunt me down
Still in court for another pinje session
It sticks in my head, in other words I'm stressin
And guessin that the jury is hung
I wanna be gone but they're taking too long
It's on, they notify us the verdict is in
The beginning of my life or is this the end
Mexican and proud so I keep my head up
Last thing on my mind is that I would get stuck
Guilty? What the fuck you mean?
You got ne evidence, can't place me at the scene
A dream? Hell no, they say I gotta go
They handcuff my ass and take me out the side door
To my cell to bail, await my court date
I'm innocent so I'm full of hate
I wait, Goddamn, ese I'm not the man
They set me up, they had a fucking plan
Guilty, what could I do and how
Guilty, want to convict me now
Guilty, what could I do and how
Guilty, want to convict me now
Lay back try to erase the time I have to face
Hopin I don't catch a L in this fucking place
My case was wack, now they try and give me time
Second degree murder is my motherfucking crime
"We find him guilty" is what they all said
How much time will they give me, is all that's in my head
Try not to think about it, wouldn't you?
Tell me what am I supposed to do
Should I wait and take this like a man
Or never show up to court and just ran
Now it's too late for me to debate
I'm stuck in my cell in this pinje mind-state
Makes my ass pissed, to be like this
Not knowing if my name is on the lifer-list
Do it for my gente cuz I got it like that
Don't worry Loco Toker'll be back
Guilty, is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty, is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty, is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty, is how the shit went down

An eye for an eye's how the fuck we feel
When they get one of us then we're out to kill
I don't care about shit when it goes down like that
The only thing on my mind is the big payback
They get one of us, we get three or four
If that ain't satisfaction then we're out to get more
Fuck a drive-by, puto we'll walk to your door
Kill you motherfuckers and we'll even the score
We wait for you putos to forget and slip
Then we'll catch you in the streets and unload the fucking clip
Another puto dead from the other side
Now we wait for the funeral and watch your parents cry
Feeling no remorse for the shit we do
Those putos did it to us, so why not do it to them fools
The killing doesn't stop, it goes on and on
Ese smoking motherfuckers till these putos are gone
An eye for an eye's what this shit's all about
Rolling up on these levas taking these pendejos out
Doing it for the homies who ain't here today
Because as long as I live, in my heart they're gonna stay
All I do now is think about them in my head
And it's a fucked up feeling now knowing that they're dead
It's payback time and it's a do or die
I'm doing it for my homies, Rest In Peace above the sky
*scratches*
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
At the hood with the homies, getting loaded kicking back
Thinking about the motherfucking crazy payback
It's time to get these motherfuckers for the shit they shouldn't have done
Another homicide, another puto gone
Kill or be killed is the name of this game
Doing it for the hood, the homies, and the gang fame
This shit won't stop so fuck keeping the peace
From a loco motherfucker gang-banging from the East (Eastside)
Rolling down the calle and I just smoked a dip
With a quette in my hand so now I'm ready to trip
Thinking about my homies who ain't here today
And I'm gonna get these putos cuz for this they gotta pay
*scratches*
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback..
Creeping late at night through their neighborhood
Rolling with the lights off to catch a puto doing good
Not giving a fuck about the time it carries
Just flashes of my homies and when they got buried
With a knot in my throat and a tear in my eye
We come across this puto who's time it is to die
He's strolling down the street and doesn't even realize
We got a bullet for his ass to go right between his eyes
Got out the car cuz I knew I caught him slipping
He looked and tried to run when he seen my ass creeping
Jumped at the puto, hit him up "Where you from?"
He said the wrong shit so he took one to the dome
Down the puto fell, I guess I'll meet the punk in Hell
Simon, he seen my face but a dead puto can't tell
Jumped in the ride, headed back to the Eastside
Kicked it with the homies then we all got high
Smoked a few wet ones and went home and hit the sack
Fell asleep thinking about the fucking payback
*scratches*
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
..payback payback..

Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes
Living high gangster life, I'm the one now knows
And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools
SCLA if you slip you lose
Don't slip like a trick, puto pack your shit
In case any bitch enemigas wanna trip
If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap
It's been like this, it's gotta stay like that
We got gang bang skill, no one to kill
Don't act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real
Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske
Mi clicka malditos, ese 21 Street
We defeat who were compete in this catagory
Of taking motherfuckers out for territory
South Central is all I see
Represent the Sur, simon 213
[Chorus]
Look through my eyes, what do I see
Los Angeles the big SC
You wanna try, so come and trip
Then you can see how life ain't shit
Living high life, with a gangster twist
Enemies on my mind, so I made a list
The putos we gotta get that ain't about shit
No jammers ese, just straps that spit
So hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's been
At least in the mind of this Mexican
Who can and will make your caps peel
As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel
Packing, strapping, fully loaded clips
For whoever slips, we'll get up in their mix
They're wise, despise they run like bitches
Pero no hay pedo, they're punk ass snitches
See we handle who we must not the ones we trust
Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust
And dust me, a few so they could know who
Can do, premeditated murder fool
[Chorus x2]
Gang bang for my hood
Put in work to do some good
Gente ask me why, facil cuz I could
On the block it don't stop, it never will
All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real
Yeah, same old shit just different day
Plotting on the next puto's head has gotta lay
Don't regret to check, ese fuck respect
All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit
Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better
Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory
sweaters
Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues
aqui para the Brownside represent the Sur
Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip
One pinche pandiero will dip if you trip
Shit, tu saves, so no te claves
Oh nos desmedramos en las pinche calles
[Chorus]
The Brownside, to you is what we bring
Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in
See it's been a firme ride to this point here
But the shit I say gotta sound real clear
This here's for my homies who couldn't see this day
Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say
Respect when it's due for the ones who stay true
Cuz sooner or later we'll be there with them too
And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate
Cuz you just can't wait for your fucking release date
Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill
Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real
So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less
All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest
That's right you heard it, they give you life you serve
Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict
[Chorus x2]
Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us
no more
For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on
the street
Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see
Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see

It's an everyday thing on the east of town
Times ain't good, but they won't hold me down
I'm out to get mine and won't get left back
I can't get me a job, but I can get a dope sack
In my hood everyday, gettin off my slangs
I'm not really trippin off money, cuz I'd rather gang bang
And kick back with my homeboys who are down for me
From the evil side representing one-three
And the ways in my neighborhood ain't nothin nice
You gotta be down or else your payin the price
Cuz for me to do good others must do bad
What makes me happy might make you sad
I need to straight come up so I can earn my way out
Broke motherfuckers don't carry no clout
The hood that I'm from is where I proved my name
And the streets where I live is where I got my fame
[Chorus]
Don't push me cuz I'm losing my head
The way I live I might end up dead
I can't ever forget the crazy things that I've done
A young gang-banger livin life by a gun
Doin down ass things to make you learn quick
The kind of crazy things that make people sick
Some might not agree, but I have to survive
And by me doing wrong is gonna keep me alive
So I try everyday to learn the tricks of the trade
Savin up my money cuz I don't get paid
I know I do bad but I do it real good
Cuz that's the way I learned in my crazy ass hood
Growin up in the streets of SB and LA
Where a youngster couldn't even hang around and play
Drive bys, drug deals, bases everywhere
Crack babies being born and their moms don't even care
Don't think for a minute that this shit ain't real
Cuz life on the streets might get you killed
[Chorus x2]
Times are bad and everything is hard
Got no money, don't own no car
With some old ass clothes, no food to eat
And some burnt out Nikes coverin up my feet
You get your first impression by the way I look
He's a gangster, a killer, and a no good crook
Just cuz I'm broke don't mean I'm a punk
Lemme explain myself in five minutes of funk
Everything I've done that has been wrong
I just kick back and write it here in my song
Cuz life on the streets is rough as fuck
Vatos tryin to hit licks so they can come up real tough
Rapping is my hustle, alls I need is a beat
So I can tell my little story about life on the street
And I'ma do what it takes, so I can survive
This is mad ass Danger from the Brownside

It was a hot late night when I remember kicking back
Bumpin the oldies out the homey Dopey's Cadillac
Parked on the block drinkin buestos sellin dope
Me, my homey Joker, Sharpe, my primo locs
Watchin out, keep an eye out for the black and white
Kickin back, bendin days on a crazy ass night
The block was rollin just like any other day
The only thing I didn't know, I was gonna get sprayed
Damn loco, a rafla hit the block
Fools hanging out, next thing I knew I was shot
Down I fell, it seemed like it was all a dream
All I kept hearin was the homeboys scream
"Look ese, don't die" he kept saying
I tried to get up but in his arms I kept laying
I look around and seen my homies everywhere
Faces lookin down at me, then I started getting scared
I was feeling cold, my body all numbed up
I looked at my homey but I couldn't even talk
Please dear God, don't let this be my last day
I closed my eyes and went into a deep daze
[Chorus]
Somebody please
Give me just a minute
I never knew that this would be
My last day
The juras came, they blocked the calle all up
All I kept hearin was the homey got shot
The medics worked on me, and the juras all around
Hittin up my homeys all about what went down
I got rushed to the hospital, I guess to cut me up
Slowly I was dying, damn I know I'm stuck
I hear the doctors comin rushing tryin to save me
Theres nothing else to do they said, but wait and see
Now I'm stranded in a coma, on a life support machine
With my family around me, but no way to win
Mom starts crying, and my Pops is holding tight
With tears in his eyes, telling me to fight
Everything went black, and I got cold as ice
When a big flash of light appeared before my eyes
It's a shame we die, for the game will never end
But now I know, now I understand
[Chorus]
Now I know I'm gone, but that's the way it all goes
I'm lying in the casket in some gangster clothes
Homeys walking up, to pay their last respects
With tears in their eyes, dressed up in all black
(I just got something in my eyes)
"Rest In Peace homeboy" is what they all say
Soon I'll be buried, I'll be on my way
From ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
It's payback time, and in my homeboys I trust
An eye for an eye, that's what it's all about
I know my hood'll get back cuz I had mucho clout
I guess this is it, now it's time to ride
In the big black hurst, with chrome S's on the side
Bumper to bumper all the way down the street
Down to the cemetery, rollin deep
Headin down the Eastside on my way
I never thought I'd come to see my last day

[Chorus:]
It's all good girl everything is gonna be alright
It's all good girl you go your way and I go mine
[Verse 1:]
Hey girl wes up yeah it's me once again
Just thought I hit you with a few lines you know as friends
Check it out girl I know wes up don't even trip
I knew the day would come just didn't think so quick
But it's all good you had to do what you had to do
I wouldn't have my babies if it wasn't for you
Yeah I messed up I got myself in this mess
I got alot to say those who let me get it out of my chest
Don't think I'm gettin' at you or kiss ass or anything
Now I'm writing this letter hoping we could stay friends
It's been a while now since me and you last spoke
And it's been even longer since the last time you wrote
Me but it's all good like I said girl don't trip
I can take a hint yeah I know when to quit
Life goes on I got to do what I got do
I ain't mad at you I wish the best for you
[Chorus:]
It's all good girl everything is gonna be alright
It's all good girl you go your way and I go mine
It's all good girl
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I guess we weren't meant to be
I was too busy at that time hanging out with my homies
I hope you forgive me for all the stuff I put you through
I feel like I let you down I wasn't there for you
Now I realized what I did back then
It took a whole bunch of drama for me to understand
And again you knew what I was about 4rm day one
I use to hustle for mines never left home without my gun
Don't act like you never knew me cause you did
You didn't say nuthin' when first time I hit it
Ain't nuthin' change I'm still the same crazy fool
I'm gonna get mines no matter what gotta do
You know me and my crazy ass ways
I know you haven't forgot me we had some good old days
But oh wait what the hell could I do you chose your way
Best of luck to you
[Chorus:]
It's all good girl everything is gonna be alright
It's all good girl you go your way and I go mine
It's all good girl
[Verse 3:]
I guess I'm done I got to go now girl
You take care of yourself and stay safe you know
How time flys when your around havin' fun
Now I'm doin' time spittin' game on the phone
But it ain't nuthin' cause I be home one day
To kick it with the homies and the hood and blaze
Gotta to hit the streets with a whole new game plan
I gotta get mines like I had it back then
As for now all I can do is hit my burpes and push ups
And try not led this pedo miss me up
Sitting myself and reminisce about the good times
Drink Bruno with da homie roll up a few and get high
I ain't trippen cause this is part of who I am
If it wasn't meant to be I would of got dealt it with different hand
You know how he says there's a plan for everyone's life
I guess this is mines it been a hell of alive
[Chorus:]
It's all good girl everything is gonna be alright
It's all good girl you go your way and I go mine

Early in the morning and I'm in my ride
Rolling to the garage with the homeboy, getting high
Rolling down the calle in my rag 63
Looking to hit the switches on any vato I see
Two pumps to the front and one to the back
I always carry my quette so don't think I'll let you jack
Rolling on these, my twenties gripping the street
Always keeping trucha out for any vatos trying to creep
Rolling down Vermont going South down the way
Took Lawana head straight to my rag 6-tray
Made a right on Gage and spotted me a rag 64
Hit the front switch jumped four feet off the floor
The fool started hitting, wasn't really doing shit
I rolled down the window, told that vato he should quit
I hit front and back as I drove away
I'm hitting all back bumper ese I don't play
Got to the powers, layed it down to the floor
Turned my sounds soft and jumped the hell out the door
*scrathes*
..we ain't got bad..
..hittin them switches..
..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side..
..we ain't got bad..
..hittin them switches..
..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side..
..we ain't got bad..
..hittin them switches..
..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side..
..we ain't got bad..
..hittin them switches..
..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side..
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stoped at my homey South Central Hydraulics
Kicked it for a while with a bunch of alcoholics
Drinking that Corona, always working on cars
Hooking up the hydros making that shit hit hard
Later that night we all rolled to the boulevard
Clowning with the hynas, rolling deep in my car
Hitting front and back, hitting side to side
Had all the firme hynas wanting to jump in my ride
*talking*
Orale, check out those hynas over there
Thems some proper ass dubs holmes
What's up? Hey
Rolled up and down, hopping hitting switches
Catching punk ass vatos, clowning them and their bitches
Rolling on these with my rag top down
My candy paint was sticking and I was bumping my sounds
The boulevard was hot, hynas everywhere
Rolling bumper to bumper with my Daytons in the air
Hitting three wheel motion going down the street
Checking out some hynas hanging out on the Jeep
Giving up the plate, wanting to give up the cat
We stopped to talk and seen the Jeep on a flat
Before they said hi we started waving good-bye
We peeled out quick and just preceded to ride
*scratches*
..three wheel motion..
..with a hellafied gangsta lean..
..three wheel motion..
..with a hellafied gangsta lean..
..three wheel motion..
..with a hellafied gangsta lean..
..three wheel motion..
..with a hellafied..
I pulled up in the park and seen a big crowd
Vatos going head up hopping for their highest bounce
The gente was hype and they was jumping around
Catching cholas everywhere waiting for the next round
I pulled up beside them and told the vatos what's up
I showed them my stack and I was ready to hop
Drove them face to face and I was ready to go
Let the back end up and then I started to flow
Hitting all back bumper all the way non-stop
The vato couldn't hang so I won the hop
Simon I'm hitting switches and just having fun
Kicking back with the Raza, didn't have to use a gun
Jumped on the freeway, and was on my way
Took the 1-10 South to South Central LA
*scratches*
..boys on the Eastside..
..hittin them switches..
..boys on the Eastside..
..hittin them switches..
..boys on the Eastside..
..hittin them switches..
..boys on the Eastside..

Made a song to kick back from a gangsters point of view
Clowning in your ride, gang-banging, shake your head to
Fuck it up ese on this down ass track
Because it's all about the Raza holding nothing back
Orale pues homeboy, I know what you're saying
I'll kick it for the Brown and on the Brownside we're staying
So light one up and let me take you away
To a crazy ass place, South Central LA
So kick it with me loco and let's go for a stroll
Soy cata para car pues I'm ready to roll
Now we're strolling down the calle and you know we can't slip
I'm holding down my strap to hold down the Eastside
Cuz if it comes down to it, for the hood I'm gonna die
That's just how it is, if you play you know you pay
So take it from a loco off the streets of LA
I'm down with my homeboys cuz they got my back
And if we run into some shit we cuz putos no slack
From Southern California so you know what's up
From the Sur of Califas where we don't give a fuck
*scratches*
..Brownside..
..Brownside..
..kicking this shit for all the homies on the Eastside..
..Brownside..
..Brownside..
..kicking this shit for all the homies on the Eastside..
Bald head, Ben Davis and all that bullshit
Gangs killing gangs, motherfuckers don't quit
When I'm putting in work some putos like to rank out
You vatos ain't shit and need to get taken out
Smoking and dipping and I get loose off the juice
I tend to lose control and give you putos the blues
That's the gangster life and that's the gangster ass way
I'm staying a crazy vato till I hit my last day
A crazy motherfucker and I still hit the sherm
They call me Loco Toker from all the dippings I burn
So dip that motherfucker as I light that shit up
And take it to the brain and get all fucked up
I'm not ashamed of that cuz I'm a loco for life
I'm gonna stay that way until the day I die
Packing my quette everywhere I roll
Not cuz I'm scared, but that's the rule of South Central
Now you have a fucking gang on every fucking block
From 13th Street all the way down to Watts
But it's still South Central calling all the shots
From a gangster point of view
Running down the real
If you're in it and know what's up
You know you gotta be down for life
*scratches*
..kicking this shit for all the homies on the Eastside..
..Brownside..
..simon..
Little knucklehead vatos out banging non-stop
Killing motherfuckers and not giving a fuck
LA is the place homeboy, let these putos know
Give it up for Surenos, South Central LA
California to my heart, and the Trece to my grave
Fuck yea homeboy you know how shit goes
Straight gang-banging and I'll never quit
Striking up on walls and hitting up my set
Throwing up gang signs and putting putos on check
Blue-ragging for the Sur not for nothing else
A loco motherfucker in and out of jail cells
Looking at shit from a gangster point of view
I'm banging with the homies cuz there's nothing else to do
You might say there's no home or no future in this shit
But I'll die cuz I don't give a fuck I'll die befre I'll quit
My gang is my life, and I'm in it to win
Holding down my nickname and give a fuck if I sin
I'm down for my homies coming straight from the heart
Cuz it's kill or be killed cuz we'll never fall apart
Coming at you gente with reality

Kicking back at the hood with some crazy vatos
Got some hynas lined up pero pa'mas alrato
Now I'm strolling down my calle and I'm packing my glock
Seen a basehead on the way and I sold him some rock
Put his twenty with my thirty and made a 5-0
Went around the block to buy a sack of indo
Now I'm strolling back smoking chronic on the way
I gotta grab more dope to make feria for today
Now I'm standing on my corner serving some d
When some putos drove up and took a blast at me
So I pulled out my quette and never hesitated
Came up and started blasting cuz I knew they couldn't fade it
Toker's on the loose
And I'm straight gang related
*scratches*
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gan-gan-gang related..
I shot a fool in the shoulder and one in the head
Didn't know how bad it was or if that puto was dead
Ran to the hood to let the homeboys know
Ese keep trucha tonight cuz these putos might roll
Took my quette to the spot where I knew it was cool
Started packing another cuz that's the golden rule
So I jumped in the ranfla that my homeboy Trigger had
Hit a couple of corners and got rushed to the pad
Hit up some brown khakis and a white t-shirt
Put a lot of starch on it cuz I knew it couldn't hurt
Sat back on the couch rolled up another ounce
Couldn't help but laugh at these putos I shot
Turned on the radio, it was Lighter Shade of Brown
Turn that shit back off cuz these putos ain't down
Vatos these days, some of these putos come fake
Talking gangster shit but didn't ever bust a grape
You don't gotta like me cuz I've always been hated
Toker's on the loose
And I'm straight gang related
*scratches*
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
Jumped in my ride, started bumping my signs
Threw in an old tape of More Bounce to the Ounce
Rolled down the street headed towards the hood
But when I got there shit wasn't looking too good
Two black and whites and a couple of narcs
And on the hood of one car they had my homeboy Shark
So I busted a U and headed back to the spot
To question the homies on any info they got
The juras came back and they were looking for clues
They got my homeboy Shark for having blood on his shoes
They took him to the station to see if he would break
Didn't say shit and got shot to East Lake
Straight to K and L cuz the vato wouldn't tell
Told the juras too (fuck off, go to hell)
And that's the only thing that was ever stated
Cuz you don't say shit when you're gang related
*scratches*
..gang related rhymes..
..gang related..
..gang related rhymes..
..gang related..
..gang related rhymes..
..gang related..
..gang related rhymes..
..gang related..
Couldn't go to the hood for a week or two
Always smoking some puto that I never knew
Just kept on banging and didn't take it serious
Hitting ten dollar sticks and acting delirious
Not giving a fuck about all the dirt we done
We just sat back and laughed cuz this shit was all fun
Toker's out banging and I can't be faded
I'm a true ass loco and straight gang related
*scratches*
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..
..gang related..

[Eazy-E]
Rolling in my motherfucking rag-top Chevrolet
Eazy-E headed Eastside, Trece
To kick it with my homeboys, chill
Hit 'em up, C-P-motherfucking-T for real
Rolling down Compton Boulevard
See some BG's selling dope by the school yard
To rep my set I say "What's up"
Eazy-motherfucking-E the OG, I gives a fuck
Now I'm in LA and I'm flossing
See your bitch I used to fuck
Bust a left at Slauson
At the light, on Hoover make a right
All the way down to 49th
Aw shit, I'm here
Pop the trunk, I got bud and beer
You can't fuck with us, you can't fade it
Cuz the locos I kick it with is straight gang related
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cuz we don't give a fuck
[Eazy-E]
Yeah
So why don't you tell these motherfuckers what it's really like
On the motherfucking Eastside
Kick that shit
[Toker, Danger and Wicked]
Crazy gang bangers, we don't give a fuck
Bald head, Ben Davis, like my homeboy said
Blue-ragging for the Sur, I ain't down with the red
Crazy motherfuckers from the streets of LA
Eastside South Central's where the fuck we stay
Hanging out with the homies, out banging non-stop
Rolling deep like a motherfucker always on the block
Smoking that sherm, tripping out on the high
Fuck these fools up, holding down the Eastside
I can put this on my mom and everything I love
I'ma die for my hood, I'm not no motherfucking punk
I'm a straight gang-banger that don't give a shit
And got a gang of crazy homies that you can't fuck with
Bald head, creased up, got my shit, I'm strapped
Eastside on my stomach, 13 on my back
So run up motherfucker and watch your ass get cold
Ese fucking with the homies just like fucking with the hood
Put a slug in your culo and make this shit understood
Simon, you know how this shit go
Yeah
[Chorus]
[Toker, Danger and Wicked]
South Central, Eastside
Where the Trece ride
We put a strap to your head, fuck a punk drive-by
Back up on the time, we was getting high
Hitting corners on a beach cruiser through the Eastside
Catching fools slipping, where the fuck you from
The motherfuckers run so we cock and slow as one
Knocking them fools out, shank in the neck
Started tripping on his head and beating on his chest
You slipped and got caught, now you layed to rest
In the streets of the hood we don't give a fuck
I got the quete at my side keeping trucha for the cops
Fuck that loco, I ain't going down
25 with the L, three strikes, I ain't going down
We do what we gotta do and get on
And fuck what they on cuz that's the way that shit's done
In crazy ass Los it's an everyday trip
You gotta watch your back, if not you're gonna get clipped
Fucking crazy ass vatos, pelones, cabrones
Coming at you motherfuckers creeping on the calles homies
Hell yeah, homies going crazy at that wack
You gotta rack these motherfuckers with this crazy ass tat
I'm down with my hood and my crazy ass homies
Real motherfuckers, we don't fuck with phonies
Eastside till I die and the Trece to the grave
I live and I'll die in the streets of LA
Kicking back in the hood and we always kick it deep
Holding down and protect and I'll kill for my street
Bang for the gang, and down to bust some time
And don't give a fuck because I'm down for any crime
Fucking fools up and breaking putos down
My homeboys got my back so I done spit twelve rounds
Fuck that ese we don't give a fuck
Eastside till I die
You don't like it?
Run up
[Chorus]
Yeah
Brownside's in the pinche casa, que no homeboy
That's right
Showing putos how it goes and shit like that
Tu sabes
Straight gang-banging, 49th Street is in the pinche casa
Bang bang bang motherfuckers
South Central
What's up Danger
Eastside's how we do it ese
All these fake, wanna-be motherfuckers
Listen to the real crazy loco
213 is in the pinche casa

[Chorus]
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard to stay alive
Because we gotta do or die, ooooh
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard to stay alive
Because we gotta do or die, do or die, do or die
I roll around with big straps, I like to bust caps
Make money, hit the pussy, and bomb ass raps
I be in San Bernardino like a motherfuckin nut
All these fools wanna kill me, and bitches wanna fuck
Damn, but I ain't trippin and shit
I got a fuckin calico with a hundred round clip
And at my pad, I got this fine ass bitch
Long hair, big booty, with some big ol tits
I don't be fuckin around because I ain't no joke
A crazy motherfucker blowin indo smoke
Cuz it's me, Danger, I'm chillin like a vilain
Smokin chronic, fuckin bitches, and I'd like to do a killin
In my crazy ass hood it's an everyday thang
Eastside Trece is my motherfucking gang
Hang, gettin paid, fucking all these hoes
Letting everyone know that we some fuckin criminals
[Chorus]
I remember growing up in my crazy ass hood
Now it's time to put it down to make this shit understood
Simon loco, I think it's time to roll
I got my homies down with it, and the rest in control
13 ST, IUC, from the 213 all the way to SB
It's a do or die in the streets where I'm from
Eastside South Central's where the petho pason
24 non-stop, you gotta carry your gun
Black and white, hitting corners but to me that's all fun
Rollin in the truck, got the glock sellin rocks
On the block, and I'm not givin a fuck
Gotta make that green anyway you can
And I'm that Brown motherfucker with the master plan
So you better not slip, cuz I'm lookin for a jack
So if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat
[Chorus]
1-3, here comes even more
My motherfuckin homies breakin down he door
Talkin bout, who we gonna kill, and grab your gun
We gonna kill some fuckin mejos just to have some fun
My homies catch you from the front, I creep and crawl from the back
Punk you for your sack, and peel your fucking cap back
Insane in my brain, cuz I'm straight do or die
Dope money, fucking bitches, and I keep on getting high
Straight gangster flow, now you know, here I go
Creepin, hittin switches, bumpin, riding low
Danger sittin shotgun, Crook's rollin up one
Got the rag-top down in this hot ass sun
Rollin, by the park we go
Hittin corners through the hood puffin on some indo
It's an everyday thing in the city where I'm from
Tryin to do right, but always end up doing wrong

Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high
Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie
Drop to the floor, a fucking four door
(There's some putos we jump)
Ese they're coming for more petho
Watch real close as I level
His head to the seat, my quette he hands me
Six feet deep is where this culo stays
Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways
That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
South Central is loco represento
The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
Lento, but harder than a motherfucker
Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker
[Chorus x2]
Creepin through my neighborhood
Quette on my side, always up to no good
On the Eastside, where the balas fly
Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie
Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets
Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep
All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a cruise
Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools
They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap
Now it's time for us to go on back
Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand
I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand
Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick
Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck
Two balas at first then one on top for luck
Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more
To make our escape we just drove away slow
We gotta handle ours, leaving scars
Q-Vo to the homies behind bars
[Chorus x2]
As I light and hit the sherm stick
I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
So we roll, and it's late at night
Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side
Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side
Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies
Simon, it's all a gang trip
If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip"
Crazy cholos don't give a fuck
Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck
Straight gang-banging till the day I die
Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie
Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts
Hitting it with the homies always putting in work
Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam
Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home
[Chorus x2]
Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away
I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray
You look like a bitch when you run from us
I know you know we got guns that bust
Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap
Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map
So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if you're fucking blasting
Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a mission
All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing
Display my motherfucking gangster's way
Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre
Just like that, making putos disappear
Y que, at least I'm still here
No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride
Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side

Fuck 8-Ball, Super Saco and Gin
Ese pass the Corona to this crazy Mexican
Pop one open and take the motherfucker down
Catch a buzz, and what the homies will clown
Fuck St. Ives and the other punk shit
Grab a Corona and you won't want to quit
Take it to the head and catch a hell of a high
And don't stop drinking it till the bottom goes dry
I'm down with the Raza cuz I have good taste
I don't fuck with cheap beer cuz all that shit is a waste
Nothing but Corona, and it's all I drink
And the other punk shit I pour straight down the sink
The only beer I fuck with is made in Mexico
Kickin up this jam to let you motherfuckers know
I don't drink Brass Monkey or the Colt 45
Only the Corona keep me feeling real live
So if you don't know now, you better catch up quick
A cold ass Corona to the head, it's a lid
Before you rush that Coors or the punk Bud Dry
Pop open a Corona and you know the reason why
They say friends don't let friends drive away drunk
Bullshit motherfucker, don't drink if you're a punk
*scratches repeat until fade*
..cruisin through the Eastside..
..eightball..
..cruisin through the Eastside..

Sit your ass back and come along for a ride
And take a little trip through the big Southside
I'm mad ass Danger and I'm down to bang
A loco Eastsider and I run with a gang
13th Street is the color I fly
And if you wanna run up I won't ask you why
Either fist to fist, or gun to gun
I'll be there til the end and you'll never see me run
So go and take that chance and see what I'm about
And when they drag your ass away, then you'll leave without a doubt
I'm not saying I'm bad, I won't say that I'm not
But bring your self trippin's gonna get your ass got
The gang-bang game is a trip
I ain't gonna stop cuz I'ma never quit
I'm a true ass Sureno who's down for the blue
And if it's gonna be me, ese it's gonna be you
[Chorus]
We keep you runnin
We keep you runnin
Can't stop the Southland
Cuz it's a Brownside thing and you know we don't stop
We keep you runnin
We keep you runnin
Can't stop the Southland
It's a Southside thing and you know we won't quit
Since I run with a gang, ese I'm not here alone
My homies value my life as if it was their own
So before you get bold, puto take a good look
Cuz what little you got, can always get took
You get punked, your a bitch, and rolled up like a snitch
You shouldn't have even tripped and got caught up in our mix
With some crazy ass vatos always down for a crime
And bangin for their hood even when they're doing time
It's a full time job and we do good work
And put in extra hours just to kick up more dirt
So you better think twice before you press your luck
Cuz me and my homies, we don't give a fuck
Everytime we roll, everytime we ride
We don't stop bangin for the Eastside
There is no love for the enemy
If I don't kill him, then he's gonna kill me
[Chorus]
Gang bangers with minds and a heart of stone
Southside just keeps us moving on
Throw your hood up in the air and hold it high
Down til the end because we're do or die
So spread your wings and hold your head
Because we're all rising from the dead
If we lose one, then we'll go kill two
And won't rest myself until we do
The Southland is the strongest and the rest are weak
Being down for each other, that is our key
We got you busters scared and on the run
And when I catch you slippin I'ma slice your tounge
Then take my gun and make you beg
And with no compasion split your head
I'm just one out of many that'll lay you down
Dedicated to my hood because I'm strong and pround
Everything I see, that's all I say
To my homies in SB and the ones in LA
So bump that shit cuz the real just arrived
This is crazy ass Danger from the Brownside

Got the fuck up to another crazy day
Got my travos, hit em up and I was on my way
Three Flowers in my hair, creased up and my gat
A half-way joint in my ear and a twenty dollar sack
Jumped on my cycla and I rolled to the hood
Smoking a toke, getting high feeling good
Rolling South Central through the crazy Eastside
Made a stop and got the homey and we went for a ride
With some black spray paint we went strinking up
Crossing motherfuckers out and leaving up our block
Shaded in and all that with all the homies names
Eastside South Central's where the fuck we claim
Rolling on the cruiser got the homey on the bars
Watching out, keeping trucha for the black and white cars
Another crazy day rolling through the evil side
Throwing up the hood to every fool that drives by
That's right ese
Kicking up nada but reality
So if you putos don't know
You better recognize
Gang-banging like a motherfucker, down for my shit
And giving up a chance for any fools to trip
Blue-ragging to the heart to represent where I'm from
I'm a soldier from the South and I'm known to hold my own
Down with the homies, always rolling deep
Late at night, keep trucha cuz we're out on a creep
Leaving bodies behind, putos coming up dead
One to the chest and three to fucking the head
And roll back to the hood and not give a fuck
Smoke a Kool to the brain till we can't fucking walk
Simon that's how it is in the crazy ass hood
Rolling deep, gang-banging always up to no good
Hanging out on the corner, creased gangster'd out
Motherfuckers know what's up cuz they don't even come around
We got the hood blocked up, the Eastside everywhere
South Central got these motherfuckers running scared
The gangs of LA, they'll never die
They'll just multiply
All you putos who ain't real
Ese keep trucha for my steel
Another crazy day, another crazy trip
The homies don't give a fuck cuz they're down for their shit
Los Nightowls, Tiny Locos, Crooks, and the Tiny Dukes
The traviesos and the locos always smoking that juice
Crazy motherfuckers we don't give a fuck
Another crazy day just hanging out on the block
Always watching our backs, keeping trucha, looking out
That's just how it goes in the crazy ass South
Los Angeles, Califas crazy 213
Always running from the motherfucking LAPD
Simon living life, hanging from a string
But I don't give a fuck because it's all the same thing
Creases in my travos, white Nike shoes
Wearing locs, blue rags, and giving putos the blues
Another crazy day, another day gone by
Hanging out in the hood of the crazy Eastside
Real shit
From real locotes