Lyrics to Another Crazy Day, Pt. 2
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[Verse 1: Toker]
I'm back ese to another crazy day
Still on my cycla, still in LA
Patrolling my block and not giving a fuck
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 fuck
We going at it with these fools cause we're kicking them off the block
Fuck that, this is our shit ese
It belongs to the homies from Eastside trece
Another crazy fucking 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 Eastwood
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a fuck
Roll deep on the block and keeping my quete cocked
Another crazy day, ese this shit 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 tripping throwing up the trece
SC LA where pandilleros don't play
Motherfuckers come up dead like every fuckin' day
[Verse 2: Toker]
The Tiny Dukes and traviesos and the Nite Owls
The Tiny Lokos and the Vago taking motherfuckers out
And those crazy motherfuckers from the TMK
And Tiny Crooks and the Crooks be loving that gunplay
1-8-7 all motherfucking 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 shit upside down
It's a known fact but I'll just leave it at that
Motherfuckers know what's up cause we left them on there back
Another crazy day Another day tripping
Smoking that sherm catching motherfuckers slipping
Patrolling my hoof in my cruiser ese
Mad dogging fools throwing up the trece
All day everyday ese we keep this shit G
From LA to the Valle all the way to SB
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a fuck
Roll deep on the block and keeping my quete cocked
Another crazy day, ese this shit 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
Motherfuckers come up dead like every fucking day
[Verse 3: Toker]
Homies on the block, G'd the fuck up
Keep the creases on there tramos hard as a fucking rock
Bald head, Ben Davis And white Nike shoes
Charlie Brown's and locs looking fucking bonarue
Hell yeah ese, this shit don't stop
Serving these crackheads on my fuckin block
Fuck yeah fool, we control this motherfucker
Only the homies can serve these fucking cluckers
I don't give a fuck and I never will
Ima be a fucking nut till the day I get killed
Banging, tripping, ese not giving a fuck
Eastside till I die you putos know what's up
Another crazy day in the city of LA
South Central bangers where motherfuckers don't play
Cholo roll deep and we're quick with the heat
So don't come tripping cause we'll put your ass to sleep
[Hook: Klever]
We throwing it up and not giving a fuck
Roll deep on the block and keeping my quete cocked
Another crazy day, ese this shit 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
Motherfuckers come up dead like every fucking day