Night comes, I'm headin' to the corner
To chill with the crew
I'm from Guanatos, I drink tequila
I smoke weed, the South is the one that rules
Solid soldier, I'm Mexican
And for my people I keep rhyming
My blue rag, Aztec blood
Long live my people, the Southern people
Turn up the sound so the oldies can be heard
Girls chilling with all the homies
That's how the crazy raza gets down
Bring out the tall beers and a hit of coke
I salute the raza that's behind bars
And the gang here waits for them
That's the life of a street guy
The joint, the street, or the grave
Walkin' through the front door
Rest in peace to those that are gone
We always keep them in our memory
The street, chaos, and the gang
That's what I live day by day
Cholos and cholas, blades, pistols
We're gangsters, the South at heart
The party doesn't stop, more homies came
We hop in the rides to go cruising
We're crooks, always chilling
And we cruise all over Guanatos
Long live my people, crazy, Mexican
South Central, Califas, my laid-back raza
It's hooked up everywhere
Knocking levas down, stay sharp, punks
We're Sureños and don't forget that
And if you're against us, you'd better watch yourself
Walkin' through the front door
That's how we all spend it in the hood
Always enjoying and chilling
Smoking weed, downing beer
I'm already real lit and tripping
I'm Crazy Yosie, the one that's rhyming
Damned Sureño loco soldier
I drop my oldies, I'm from Guanatos
And out of pride I'm Mexican
Green, white, and red, that's my flag
Long live my people, long live my land
All of us always united, here, wherever
We're warriors, Aztec empire
I rep the South, I'm still in my hood
Up in the States, well connected
Only fat blunts, Ben Davis, baggy
Cholos, gangsters, all laid-back
I'm Crazy Yosie, I leave you my oldies
I'm around Guanatos, greetings, my homies