Текст песни Brownside - Another Crazy Day
Brownside - Another Crazy Day слова песни
Got the fuck up to another crazy dayGot my travos, hit em up and I was on my wayThree Flowers in my hair, creased up and my gatA half-way joint in my ear and a twenty dollar sackJumped on my cycla and I rolled to the hoodSmoking a toke, getting high feeling goodRolling South Central through the crazy EastsideMade a stop and got the homey and we went for a rideWith some black spray paint we went strinking upCrossing motherfuckers out and leaving up our blockShaded in and all that with all the homies namesEastside South Central`s where the fuck we claimRolling on the cruiser got the homey on the barsWatching out, keeping trucha for the black and white carsAnother crazy day rolling through the evil sideThrowing up the hood to every fool that drives byThat`s right eseKicking up nada but realitySo if you putos don`t knowYou better recognizeGang-banging like a motherfucker, down for my shitAnd giving up a chance for any fools to tripBlue-ragging to the heart to represent where I`m fromI`m a soldier from the South and I`m known to hold my ownDown with the homies, always rolling deepLate at night, keep trucha cuz we`re out on a creepLeaving bodies behind, putos coming up deadOne to the chest and three to fucking the headAnd roll back to the hood and not give a fuckSmoke a Kool to the brain till we can`t fucking walkSimon that`s how it is in the crazy ass hoodRolling deep, gang-banging always up to no goodHanging out on the corner, creased gangster`d outMotherfuckers know what`s up cuz they don`t even come aroundWe got the hood blocked up, the Eastside everywhereSouth Central got these motherfuckers running scaredThe gangs of LA, they`ll never dieThey`ll just multiplyAll you putos who ain`t realEse keep trucha for my steelAnother crazy day, another crazy tripThe homies don`t give a fuck cuz they`re down for their shitLos Nightowls, Tiny Locos, Crooks, and the Tiny DukesThe traviesos and the locos always smoking that juiceCrazy motherfuckers we don`t give a fuckAnother crazy day just hanging out on the blockAlways watching our backs, keeping trucha, looking outThat`s just how it goes in the crazy ass SouthLos Angeles, Califas crazy 213Always running from the motherfucking LAPDSimon living life, hanging from a stringBut I don`t give a fuck because it`s all the same thingCreases in my travos, white Nike shoesWearing locs, blue rags, and giving putos the bluesAnother crazy day, another day gone byHanging out in the hood of the crazy EastsideReal shitFrom real locotesDoing it South Central style