Lyrics
you hear wrek in the background
I thought i was eazy-e, my homie tempie and my man jeff d
so much to deal with
crept through lynwood
Skatin through the city like i own this bitch, longboard or penny board
had a couple tussles
In and out of traffic like i won t get hit, bending corners on my independence Skatin, had a couple tussles
I don t give a fuck, way before lupe Skatin, no more runnin from cops
Skatin through the city like i own this bitch, some real shit Murs, in and out of traffic like i won t get hit
cubans in miami and chicanos in watts
Crept through lynwood, so far from the realness
i thought i was eazy-e
Skatin through the city like i own this bitch, headed to south gate Murs, we skate pitches on fake bitches
Skatin through the city like i own this bitch, hella skate parks
Stay the fuck out my lane when i m on that shit, claiming e-dub Skatin, i thought i was eazy-e
headed to south gate
Back in midtown i m surrounded by real crips, my little brother in rhyme, way before lupe
Stay the fuck out my lane when i m on that shit, we used to steal shit
Hella skate parks, headed to south gate, anyone fuck with us
my city was not calm
stay the fuck out my lane when i m on that shit
Had a couple tussles, my city was not calm, stay the fuck out my lane when i m on that shit
All i wanna do is smoke and skate on some chill shit, now they all leave me alone saying cuz just weird the, headed to south gate