south central cartel – do it sc style lyrics
(havoc)
1st s.c.c. came at your -ss with ‘south central madness’
some of them m-th-f-ckas didn’t wanna give us our side respect
now s.c.c. doin they sh-t south central style
(havikk the rhime son)
biggedy-bang!
i let your f-ckin brain hit the concrete
and jiggedy-jock your f-ckin -ss into dog meat
south central cartel gives a f-ck so it’s mayhem
a laceration of your -ss limp
7 bold m-th-f-ckas with a g-swing
a g-thang on your -ss like a dawg, mayn
playback-n-gg- chalk that
get your -ss rat-packed
with glock lead in your nutt sacks
i’m hoo-ridin like tyson -i guess it’s on
to brake a m-th-f-ckin bone straight towards your dome
n-gg-s thought i was a no-no a f-ckin so-so
tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc
hoes jock real n-gg-s, i guess they figure
real n-gg-s take notes, sh-t, get the picture
9-3 is the terrior callin a? paul-bearin?
i’m khaki-suited and your b-tch is tearin
put your -ss in a skillet
peel your f-ckin cap back
pull out my d-ck and p-ss all in it
i got a scoap that’ll buck a m-th-f-cka from a mile b-tch
and i do it south central style
(chorus) 2x
do it s.c.
do it s.c.
m-th-f-cka do it south central style (m-th-f-cka)
(prodeje)
brakin m-th-f-ckas off quicker
s.c.’s back b-tch
but now it’s time to paint another picture
i’m killin a n-gg- with my nina
buck to your d-mn dome
i told you m-th-f-ckas ‘bring it on!’
cause real n-gg-s ain’t sleeping
and o.g.’s don’t die and only poof-b-tt m-th-f-ckas cry
the other level of a die hard
duckin the buckshots and pull them m-th-f-ckas like a hoe-card
played p-ssy, get f-cked up
knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
weak n-gg-s can’t fade this
a born killer the sh-t you be seein in a thriller
but ‘chucky’ won’t die ‘chucky’ won’t die b-tch
a find a poor m-th-f-cka and i kill it
and while you die i survive
then creep on another hoe
and drop his -ss like a ’64
it’s just a g-thang n-gg-s straight street-bang
you either hang with a gang or you dope slang
bandanas on my -ss? and a nine g
that’s how i do it in the s.c.
(chorus) 2x
(l.v.speakin)
(havikk the rhime son)
we do it like a g cause we’re loc’d
and n-gg-‘s outta line
? to get they punk–ss smoked
i give ’em the backs cause it’s like this
in ’93 i’m brakin the n-gg-s off with a new twist
the cartel ain’t for bustas
stinky c-ck b-tches
who only want a n-gg- for the riches
only the real know the deal
so the real n-gg-s stay down
and let the punk n-gg-s get clowned
the county blues never stop sh-t
eastside hoo-ridin mutahf-ckas on load clips
rat-a-tat m-th-f-ck ’em
i can’t wait to cross ’em
a g on a set ‘prod buck ’em
put a n-gg- deep in a whole where it’s cold as a freezer
and body-bag them m-th-f-ckin skeezer
yeah, i told you stupid m-th-f-ckas i was rollin
i’m on your -ss like a cancer on a colon
put n-gg-s in a meat wagon
my pants keep saggin
187 on the grand dragon
khakied up with my fingers on the m-th-f-ckin trigger
i do it s.c. style n-gg-
(chorus) 2x
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