Brownside - Another Crazy Day Lyrics

Writer(s) : GONZALEZ, ANTONIO / GONZALEZ, JULIO R. / TOKER,
Artist: Brownside Lyrics
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Album: Track 2 on Eastside Drama
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Got the **** up to another crazy day
Got my travos, hit em up and I was on my way
Three Flowers in my hair, creased up and my gat
A half-way joint in my ear and a twenty dollar sack
Jumped on my cycla and I rolled to the hood
Smoking a toke, getting high feeling good
Rolling South Central through the crazy Eastside
Made a stop and got the homey and we went for a ride
With some black spray paint we went strinking up
Crossing ************s out and leaving up our block
Shaded in and all that with all the homies names
Eastside South Central's where the **** we claim
Rolling on the cruiser got the homey on the bars
Watching out, keeping trucha for the black and white cars
Another crazy day rolling through the evil side
Throwing up the hood to every fool that drives by

That's right ese
Kicking up nada but reality
So if you putos don't know
You better recognize

Gang-banging like a ************, down for my ****
And giving up a chance for any fools to trip
Blue-ragging to the heart to represent where I'm from
I'm a soldier from the South and I'm known to hold my own
Down with the homies, always rolling deep
Late at night, keep trucha 'cause we're out on a creep
Leaving bodies behind, putos coming up dead
One to the chest and three to ****ing the head
And roll back to the hood and not give a ****
Smoke a cool to the brain till we can't ****ing walk
Simon that's how it is in the crazy *** hood
Rolling deep, gang-banging always up to no good
Hanging out on the corner, creased gangster'd out
************s know what's up 'cause they don't even come around
We got the hood blocked up, the Eastside everywhere
South Central got these ************s running scared

The gangs of LA, they'll never die
They'll just multiply
All you putos who ain't real
Ese keep trucha for my steel

Another crazy day, another crazy trip
The homies don't give a **** 'cause they're down for their ****
Los Nightowls, Tiny Locos, Crooks, and the Tiny Dukes
The traviesos and the locos always smoking that juice
Crazy ************s we don't give a ****
Another crazy day just hanging out on the block
Always watching our backs, keeping trucha, looking out
That's just how it goes in the crazy *** South
Los Angeles, Califas crazy 213
Always running from the **********ing LAPD
Simon living life, hanging from a string
But I don't give a **** because it's all the same thing
Creases in my travos, white Nike shoes
Wearing locs, blue rags, and giving putos the blues
Another crazy day, another day gone by
Hanging out in the hood of the crazy Eastside

Real ****
From real locotes
Doing it South Central style


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