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



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