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    [Chorus]