Another Crazy Day

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

Doing it South Central style