Brownside Vatos 'N The Barrio Lyrics

Rollin down the calle in my rag fourCheckin out some hanas got a
fifty dollar portWent to the park to hit the juiceCrazy homies out
there waitin to get looseA ranfla pulls up, who can that be?It was
crazy ass Danger throwin up the 1-3He 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 hardYou come
talkin that shit we'll go and pull your cardAnd nothin in life but
the crazy EastsideDon't f*ck with us cuz we let nada slideSouth
Central's in the houseLoco triggers down the block to give me the
glockHe said Crazy Speedy was on the rockThe vato Speedy was a
friend of mineTil I caught him in my Chevy tryin to steal the
AlpineChase him up the calle to call a truceThe silly pendejo
pulled out a duece-dueceLittle did he know I had a sawed off
twelve gageOne puto dead, LA Times front page[Chorus]Bored as
f*ck and I wanna get highSo I drove to the hood and the crazy
EastsideThe homies out there makin that dollarI pulled up in my
rag-top ImpalaThey gave me a Corona and I started drinkingAnd
from the pisto my breath started stinkingLeft to get my haina to
rock that bodyBefore I left I hit the BucardiRide to her chaca, so
I walked in the packMy haina tripped out and she got me madShe
said something that I couldn't believeSayin shit like all I wanna do is hitStarted talkin shit, wouldn't you knowJumped back like
Chavez, punched the hoeHer father jumped up and he started to
shoutSo I gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass
out[Chorus]I'm rollin hard, and down the street I goI ran a stop
light and hit a f*cking poleI looked at my ranfla and I said
"chingado"I'm not Eazy-E and I can't buy anotherWalkin home I see
the g-rideNow Lazys driving feelo on the sideAs they busted a U
they got pulled overAn undercover crash in a dark green
NovaDreamer got beat for resisting arrestHe slaped the pig in the
head for dissin dos-uno-tresNow the homey's locked up for puttin
up a fightFirst strike on their ass, now they're lookin at
life[Chorus]I went to get them out but there was no bailThe homies
stuck some putos in the county jailTwo weeks later in Municipal
CourtCrazy, Feelo, Antrow, Mad Dog, and Hardcoref*ckin up the
court said the judgeOn a double life sentence my homies didn't
budgeBaliff walked over to lock them upThe homies looked and
grinned and didn't give a f*ckThey yelled out their hood and tried
to runLazy hit the pig and Feelo went for the gunWith shackles on
their feet and chains around their waistThe homies f*cked up now
they got a new case[Chorus]