Vatos 'N The Barrio

歌詞

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]