South-West - DJ EFN, MC Eiht, Blu

Another day, another dollar, my story to tell

Another failed piss test, I’m back to jail

Jail cells overcrowded with killers and thieves

Put in work motherfuckers, roll up your sleeves

A Comp Town representer I’m lettin' em know

I keep it hood with a nigga so hand me my dough

I don’t play when it comes to bread or the rap instead

Then you kill a mu’fucker, til his vocals dead

My, crazy hood overthrowin' - shut up!

Nigga you see the pistol showin'

From the C.P.T.

down with EFN

Between the beef and the peace loc line us then

The real and the fake couple lives could end

Couple of stripper hoes where you snatch the sin

Yeah!

Mo' snaps, mo' problem wit' hoes

And a couple of jealous friends now turn to foes

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«And niggas wanna know what’s the word»

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«Crazy!»

Yo, uhh

I said whatever, I’m just tryna get better and better

I never dressed up in the dress for the cheddar, know how irreve'

Cock back the Beretta, blast at the fella for not havin' it together

I write rappers to life, not to death bruh

It’s the mess that made you fed up with police

What they had up in you ass in these EFN’n streets

Now I can ask if it’s bad where you stay but I already know

Cats can blast these shots out all day, on the radio

Grill face, eyes grilled, price got you skippin' mils

Dreamin' of spendin' mils with white girls like you got it made

Take a ride in my brand new Escalade

By the pipe, have the ride of your life, why you paid?

Then it’s back to the thrill again

Cali bear grisly pen grippin' ends, while I’m writin' to the winner

Temptation say it’s just my imagination

Racin' but my race will be the same in the end

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«And niggas wanna know what’s the word»

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«Crazy!»

Compton and Watts, both of them schools raised me

School of hard knocks and the blocks so who’s crazy?

Fool be fugazi on that paisley wood

Never cease to amaze me but this crazy hood

Shit it raised me good, good wit' the money, hustlin' weapons in hands

So when it comes to flexin' muscle I ain’t steppin' on no stand

Testifyin' about shit

So the same ones you runnin' from I’m hangin' out wit'

My fam gon' eat, fuck a empty plate

Kam, DJ EFN, Blu and MC Eiht

Only the streets can relate to the rhyme I state

People say crime don’t pay but we say time don’t waste

So just shine don’t hate, or hesitate to go get it

Don’t be blind or leave your destiny and fate to no critic

You just pissed cause we shitted on yo' throne

So tell em +Crazy Hood+ did it, on they own wit' the war zone

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«And niggas wanna know what’s the word»

«Niggas from my motherfuckin' hood don’t play»

«A real ass nigga til the day I fuckin' die»

«Always watchin' my back, with my god damn gat»

«Crazy!»

Crazy!

Crazy!

Crazy!