[Intro: Chino Grande]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Where's all my gangstas at? (Doing the same thing)

Where's all my hustlers at? (The same thing)

That's right, rezo

Doing the same thing, the same thing

[Verse 1: Chino Grande]

Check 1, check 2, in this muthafucker

Banged out, mobbed around for an early summer

Corduroy, cheeky pleats and a Pendleton

Smash for my adrenaline, never wanna let me in

Pistol grip on them three-five-buckshots

Y’all see me by the bus stop, watching for them hood spot

Locced out on my Camponero grind now

Floor shines light to whеre them muthafuckas hideout

Postеd up like a stamp on them hot wilas

Mira, eremos estos vatos sitting on the tira

Send my regards to my Camponeros on the yards

That's doing time, it's alright, we gon' rep it hard

Into the fullest, we known to regulate it, do it

Just like Nike, but we don play nicely

That G-22 got an infrared light beam

That'll hit ya like a brick, on that one ton pipe dream

[Chorus 1]

Every hood got a hot spot

Tryna make a fat knot

Coming out a sling-shot

Bout to make the streets hot

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

From the Southeast quarter piece

West Side rider streets

Dub to the side, East Side homies got the heat

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

[Verse 2: Chino Grande]

That's how we do it on these muthafuckin' L.A. blocks

Dodging cops, cooking rocks at the barbershop

A couple homies posted separated in a cruise

We paying dues, leave ya beat, shot, stabbed and bruised

And through analysis, see me through paralysis

I'm sick with it, see me chillin' with the baddest bitch

At the Bellagio or maybe at the Palace

Gotta be strapped up dawg, cause I'm jealous

I gotta get mine, so I grind ten times

See me with a check sign, or maybe with a Tec-9

I'm rolling up with a smirk pumping circles

The one hun drum till ya body turn purple

I see it hurt hoe, gotta make it work though

I still band the turf so I never ever let it go

I'm dedicated to this life for my cash holmes

And even till then ese gotta get my blast on

[Chorus 2]

Whittier, East Los, Paramount, Compton

Inglewood, SC, homies is stomping

(Doing the same thing, we doing, the same thing)

From Pomona to Rosemead, Monte to Puente

Azusa to BP, homie it's hectic

(Doing the same thing, we doing, the same thing)

From Pedro to Wilmas, Longo the streets hot

Carson, Redondo, Torrance, the Chicas

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

From the Southeast quarter piece

West Side rider streets

Dub to the side, East Side homies got the heats

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

[Verse 3: Chino Grande]

I'm so tired of the games, I’m tired of the lies

I'm so quick to hit ya, split ya and they wonder why

Gun spark and marks make catastrophe

I'm on a masterpiece, Southeast ask 'em G

So where you from ese? Hit ya with a caliente

Like 50 Cent in the john knocking out your dientes

You wanna test it? I'm beating on your chest kid

I'm Chino G de la Varrio Whittier Trece

[Interlude]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah that's right

Sup to all the homies, Cudahy, Bell Gardens

Norwalk, Artesia, Hawaiian Gardens

Montebello, Pico, South Gate, Boyle Heights

Lincoln Heights, Sereno, San Gabriel, San Fernando

West Los, Downtown and The NELA

And all my riders everywhere

[Chorus 3]

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

From the Southeast quarter piece

West Side rider streets

Dub to the side, East Side homies got the heats

(Doing the same thing, the same thing)

Whittier, East Los, Paramount, Compton

Inglewood, SC, homies is stomping

(Doing the same thing, we doing, the same thing)

From Pomona to Rosemead, Monte to Puente

Azusa to BP, homie it's hectic

(Doing the same thing, we doing, the same thing)