Brownside - Another Crazy Day Pt.2 lyrics

[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