South West

[Intro: MC Eiht] G-Yeah! G-Yeah! Who's that in the buildin'? That nigga Eiht G-Yeah! G-Yeah! [Verse 1: MC Eiht] 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 [Hook: samples] "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!" [Verse 2: Blu] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: KAM] 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 [Hook] [Outro] Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!