| Well Im brown to the bone | 
| Cafe is the color of my skin | 
| And crazy knightowl is back once again | 
| With another dope rola | 
| I stop the car, I see a hyna walkin sola | 
| She got near the ranffla | 
| She was lookin kinda buena | 
| Como te llamas she said Elena | 
| Le dije mi nombre | 
| Pero me dicen Tecolote | 
| Y saves que girl you got me all locote | 
| Your fine | 
| And your a pretty ass chicana | 
| Spend the night, I’ll take you home in the manana | 
| Di que si baby doll | 
| Get in my carucha | 
| You heard about me and they told you to be trucha | 
| Otra ves como la ves, the same story | 
| A rumor started by a girl named Lori | 
| Celosa, cause down came her pantalones | 
| When I was through I sent her home sin calsones | 
| All excited, and told her friends I was her vato | 
| And then I had problemas with her brother gato | 
| A cholo, a young vato actin kinda loco | 
| I put in check cause to me he’s just a moco | 
| Hook: | 
| Crazy check it out | 
| The Mexican Homeboy | 
| In the city of the big San Diego | 
| Now that I’m living in | 
| (Crazy) | 
| Sur Trece Califas | 
| Another day is about to begin | 
| Fresh out the cama | 
| Open the frige and I grab me a cahuama | 
| Temprano, early in the morning pistiando | 
| Por que ando crudo y me la estoy curando | 
| Wating for the homies | 
| The car show is about to begin | 
| All of a sudden hear the telephone ring | 
| Quevole, who’s this por el otro lado | 
| Then heard the horn of my homie’s El Dorado | 
| I broke, I got in the ranffla | 
| So now we take a little vuelta | 
| I almost flew out the puerta | 
| Damn homie, slow it down | 
| This is a low rider | 
| And as we turn to the right | 
| A couple of stacked up feel them brown chicanitas | 
| Se miran buenas y pa todas las hynitas | 
| Un beso les damos por ser las mas hermosas | 
| Hoye como van y mira com son las cosas | 
| With the O — W — L | 
| A mexicano bien tumbado | 
| Creased up y con el pantalon aguado | 
| Who is down for the verde, blanco, y colorado | 
| Toda la sangre que por uno a deramado | 
| Im cruisin around a young bum flips a dedo | 
| Yo paro el carro y digo «que honda? | 
| quieres pedo | 
| Con migo?» | 
| he said «simon» ahora | 
| I gave him credit cause soca had some quora | 
| But still, that ain’t enough to try to come to get the gloves on | 
| You te dejo just like a tampon | 
| Sangrado so who you tryin to mad dogg ese | 
| Got out the ride and had to teach the boy a lesson | 
| El respeto no meresen of an O — G’s | 
| Then drove away as I listened to my oldies | 
| (Here comes the Knightowl) | 
| Una ves mas | 
| We better get along and have pas | 
| The brown against the brown | 
| That ain’t the way to get down | 
| Thats why Im doing this sound | 
| Now dont get me wrong | 
| Im still down with the barrio | 
| I dedicate this to The Wolf and Mario | 
| Rest in peace from this earth | 
| You had to depart | 
| But you will always be inside of the heart from the town | 
| And all the homies that gather around | 
| Agaren la onda and be proud to be brown |