[Verse 1]
I'm back ese to another crazy day
Still on my cycla still in LA
Patrolling my block
And not giving a f**
And I'm throwing it up
Ese and that's what's up
49th ST Down Hooper ave
Headed down to 28th st
I thought you fools knew
To kick it with the homies
Cause it's hot as f**
We going at it with these fools
Caue we're kickin them off the block
f** that, this is our sh** ese
It belongs to the homies from Eastside trece
Another crazy f**in day acting a fool
I got the spray can ready
Cause I'm good at what I do
Got the walls hit up with all the homies name
E-S 1-3 ST Is what we claim
Up in my hood Always up to no good
Packing my heat like a Mexican East wood
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a f**
Roll deep on the block
And keep my quete co*ked
Another Crazy day
Ese this sh** don't stop
I got to sleep with my quete
And wake up with my Glock
It's an everyday thing in my varrio ese
The homies be trippin throwing up the trece
SC LA Where pandilleros don't play
Mothef**ers come up dead
Like every f**in' day
[Verse 2]
The Tiny Dukes and traviesos
And the Nite Owls
The Tiny Lokos and the Vagos
Takin; motherf**ers out
And those crazy motherf**ers from the TMK
And Tiny Crooks and the Crooks
Be loving that gunplay
1-8-7 All motherf**in day
From up in SB All the way back to LA
Hell yeah ese
They know what goes down
Move up in your city
And turn that sh** upside down
It's a known fact but i'll just leave it at that
Motherf**ers know what's up
Cause we left them on there back
Another crazy day Another day trippin
Smoking that sherm
Catching motherf**ers slippin
Patrolling my hoof in my cruiser ese
Mad Dogging fools throwing up the trece
All day everyday ese we keep this sh** G
From LA To the Valle
All the way to SB
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a f**
Roll deep on the block
And keep my quete co*ked
Another Crazy day
Ese this sh** don't stop
I got to sleep with my quete
And wake up with my Glock
It's an everyday thing in my varrio ese
The homies be trippin throwing up the trece
SC LA Where pandilleros don't play
Mothef**ers come up dead
Like every f**in' day
[Verse 3]
Homies on the block
G'd the f** up
Keep the creases on there tramos
Bald head Ben Davis And white Nike shoes
Charlie Brown's and locs looking f**in bonarue
Hell yeah ese this sh** don't stop
Servin these crackheads on my f**in block
f** yeah fool we control this motherf**er
Only the homies can serve these f**in' cluckers
I don't give a f** and I never will
Ima be a f**in nut till the day I get k**ed
Bangin trippin ese not giving a f**
Eastside till I die you putos know what's up
Another crazy day in the city of LA
South Central bangers
Where motherf**ers don't play
Cholo roll deep and we're quick with the heat
So don't come trippin
Or we'll put your a** to sleep
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a f**
Roll deep on the block
And keep my quete co*ked
Another Crazy day
Ese this sh** don't stop
I got to sleep with my quete
And wake up with my Glock
It's an everyday thing in my varrio ese
The homies be trippin throwing up the trece
SC LA Where pandilleros don't play
Mothef**ers come up dead
Like every f**in' day