Vatos in the Varrio

Rollin' down the calle in my rag four Checkin' out some hynas, got a fifty dollar pore Went to the park to hit the juice Crazy homies out there waitin' to get loose A ranfla pulls up, who can it 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" 'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card Knowin' nothin' 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 'Til 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 deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a sawed-off 12 gauge One puto dead, L.A. Times front page 'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide Woah, ehehehe 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 drinkin' And from the pisto, my breath started stinkin' 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 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 'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide Kick me with one of them funky ass beats I'm rollin' hard, and down the street I go I ran a stop light and hit a fuckin' pole I looked at my ranfla and I said, "Chingado I'm not Eazy-E and I can't buy another" Walkin' home, I see the G-ride Now Lazy's drivin', Filo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover C.R.A.S.H. in a dark green Nova Filo got beat for resistin' arrest He slapped the pig in the head for dissin' dos-uno-tres Now the homies locked up for puttin' up a fight Third strike on their ass, now they're lookin' at life 'Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard You come talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide Your ass is mine Who dares to go against me? I went to get them out, but there was no bail The homie's stuck with some putos in the county jail Two weeks later, in municipal court Crazy Filo on trial, mad-dogging hardcore "Fuckin' up the court", said the judge On a double life sentence, my homies didn't budge Bailiff 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 Filo 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 talkin' that shit, puto, we'll go and pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but the crazy Eastside Don't fuck with us, 'cause we let nada slide This DJ, he gets down Who you callin' a Biatch! My style is the best