Vatos in the Barrio - Brownside

Rolling down the calle in my rag four

Checking out some hynas got a fifty dollar pore

Went to the park to hit the juice

Crazy homies out there waiting to get loose

A ranfla pulls up, who can that be?

It was crazy ass Danger throwing up the 1−3

He rolled down his window and he started to say

«It's all about crazy South Central L.A.»

Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard

You come talking that shit we’ll go and pull your card

Knowin nothing in life but the crazy Eastside

Don’t fuck with us cause 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

Till I caught him in my Chevy tryin to steal the Alpine

Chase him up the calle to call a truce

The silly pendejo pulled out a duece-duece

Little did he know I had a sawed off twelve gage

One puto dead, LA Times front page

Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard

You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card

And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside

Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide

Bored as fuck and I wanna get high

So I drove up to the hood in the crazy Eastside

The homies out there making 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 hyna to rock that body

Before I left I hit the Bacardi

Ride to her chaca, so I walked in the pack

My hyna tripped out and she got me mad

She said something that I couldn’t believe

Saying shit like all I wanna do is hit

Started talking shit, wouldn’t you know

Jumped back like Chavez, punched the ho

Her father jumped up and he started to shout

So I gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass out

Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard

You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card

And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside

Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide

I’m rolling hard, and down the street I go

I ran a stop light and hit a fucking pole

I looked at my ranfla and I said «chingado»

I’m not Eazy-E and I can’t buy another

Walking home I see the G-ride

Now Lazy’s driving feet low on the side

As they busted a U they got pulled over

An undercover crash in a dark green Nova

Filo got beat for resisting arrest

He slapped the pig in the head for dissin dos-uno-tres

Now the homey’s locked up for putting up a fight

Third strike on their ass, now they’re looking at life

Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard

You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card

And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside

Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide

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 Filo on trial, mad-doggin' hardcore

Fucking 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

Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard

You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card

And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside

Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide