Rollin down the calle in my rag fourCheckin out some hanas got a fifty dollar poreWent to the park to hit the juiceCrazy homies out there waitin to get looseA rafla pulls up, who can that be?It was crazy a** 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 s*** we'll go and pull your cardAnd nothin in life but the crazy EastsideDon't f*** 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 bendejo 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*** 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 buesto my breath started stinkingLeft to get my hana to rock that bodyBefore I left I hit the Buck CardiRide to her chaca, so I walked in the packMy hana tripped out and she got me madShe said something that I couldn't believeSayin s*** like all I wanna do is hitStarted talkin s***, wouldn't you knowJumped back like Chavez, punched the hoeHer father jumped up and he started to shoutSo I gave his a** a beer and walked his old a** out[Chorus]I'm rollin hard, and down the street I goI ran a stop light and hit a f****** poleI looked at my rafla and I said "chingao"I'm not Eazy-E and I can't buy anotherWalkin home I see the g-rideNow Eazy's drivin feet low 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 a**, 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 HardcoreFuckin 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***They 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***** up now they got a new case[Chorus]