Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vatos in the Barrio , by - Brownside. Release date: 03.10.2003
Song language: English
Vatos in the Barrio |
| Rolling down the calle in my rag four |
| Checking out some hynas got a fifty dollar pore |
| Went to the park to hit the juice |
| Crazy homies out there waiting to get loose |
| A ranfla pulls up, who can that be? |
| It was crazy ass Danger throwing up the 1−3 |
| He rolled down his window and he started to say |
| «It's all about crazy South Central L.A.» |
| Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard |
| You come talking that shit we’ll go and pull your card |
| Knowin nothing in life but the crazy Eastside |
| Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide |
| South Central’s in the house |
| Loco triggers down the block to give me the Glock |
| He said Crazy Speedy was on the rock |
| The vato Speedy was a friend of mine |
| Till I caught him in my Chevy tryin to steal the Alpine |
| Chase him up the calle to call a truce |
| The silly pendejo pulled out a duece-duece |
| Little did he know I had a sawed off twelve gage |
| One puto dead, LA Times front page |
| Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard |
| You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card |
| And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside |
| Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide |
| Bored as fuck and I wanna get high |
| So I drove up to the hood in the crazy Eastside |
| The homies out there making that dollar |
| I pulled up in my rag-top Impala |
| They gave me a Corona and I started drinking |
| And from the buesto my breath started stinking |
| Left to get my hyna to rock that body |
| Before I left I hit the Bacardi |
| Ride to her chaca, so I walked in the pack |
| My hyna tripped out and she got me mad |
| She said something that I couldn’t believe |
| Saying shit like all I wanna do is hit |
| Started talking shit, wouldn’t you know |
| Jumped back like Chavez, punched the ho |
| Her father jumped up and he started to shout |
| So I gave his ass a beer and walked his old ass out |
| Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard |
| You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card |
| And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside |
| Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide |
| I’m rolling hard, and down the street I go |
| I ran a stop light and hit a fucking pole |
| I looked at my ranfla and I said «chingado» |
| I’m not Eazy-E and I can’t buy another |
| Walking home I see the G-ride |
| Now Lazy’s driving feet low on the side |
| As they busted a U they got pulled over |
| An undercover crash in a dark green Nova |
| Filo got beat for resisting arrest |
| He slapped the pig in the head for dissin dos-uno-tres |
| Now the homey’s locked up for putting up a fight |
| Third strike on their ass, now they’re looking at life |
| Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard |
| You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card |
| And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside |
| Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide |
| I went to get them out but there was no bail |
| The homies stuck some putos in the county jail |
| Two weeks later in Municipal Court |
| Crazy Filo on trial, mad-doggin' hardcore |
| Fucking up the court said the judge |
| On a double life sentence, my homies didn’t budge |
| Baliff walked over to lock them up |
| The homies looked and grinned and didn’t give a fuck |
| They yelled out their hood and tried to run |
| Lazy hit the pig and Feelo went for the gun |
| With shackles on their feet and chains around their waist |
| The homies fucked up now they got a new case |
| Cause the vatos in the varrio are always hard |
| You come talking that shit, puto we’ll pull your card |
| And nothing in life but the crazy Eastside |
| Don’t fuck with us cause we let nada slide |