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south central cartel - had to be loc'd lyrics

ay w-ssup nathan?
ay w-ssup?
w-ssup of you and your brother new sh-t
oh, all i can say is to all those m-th-f-ckas out there
that didn’t wanna give my brothers props
…f-ck you

yo prod hit the m-th-f-ckin hood and get a clown on g
a nine a clip the uzi for the punks that wanna beef
down for the underground but n-gg-s wanna front
it’s the 1990’s havikk sent to poppin trunks
hit the d-mned parks all the n-gg-s gettin loc
smokin that endo brawlin on a c-ke
crips huggin bloods bloods huggin on a crip g
n-gg-s got the ak stash for the pd ohh
i guess the felon has to rock it n-gg- don’t stop
or either wake ya drop it
scc’s in the house to the ho’s you
better hide that -ss cause these n-gg-s wanna do you uhh
i guess it’s time for a drive-by
you wanna die n-gg- why n-gg- if you try
i might smoke cause i’m loc’d off the endo
south central style brake ’em like a window
huhh, who gives a d-mn n-gg- run up
get your -ss beat in the street m-th-f-cka
lighter than the lightest m-th-f-cka cause i’m ruthless
come into my hood and your -ss is leavin toothless

[chorus:]
had to be loc’d cause i claim south central
w-ssup punk this is south central

strollin thru the hood with the quickness
gunshots rippin n-gg-s in the hood still trippin
gotta pack a gat yo when i’m steppin with the fellas
cause 1 outta 10 in a crowd will get jealous
and wanna get his smoke on cause he packs chrome
but tryna flex and catch a .9 to your d-mned dome
so f-ck-f-ck-f-ck-f-ck the bullsh-t
i stay geed and my att-tude is kill b-tch
i roll a 4 drop low on a twisters
a .380 in my labb for the jackers
south to the m-th-f-ckin central call a jail pro
a young black m-th-f-cka is on the way from home
locked down ain’t sh-t g
i’m in and outta jail like a man and not a p-ssy
give me 5 years yo i’m outta in 2
back on the streets slangin yea it’s nuttin new
but this is how we live and the sh-t we get with
a hardcore gangsta a four-time criminal
don’t give a d-mn d-mn what they all say
i go to street and wake up with my ak

[chorus:]
had to be loc’d cause i claim south central
w-ssup punk this is south central

[hook:]
huh, yeah we gon re-zip your ez–ss
in the ?
you’re talkin about the thrizzy
n-gg- just listen to the m-th-f-ckin v
it’s all about the ? millameter

rhimeson’s takin sh-t to the climax
a m-th-f-ckin g i’m puttin suckas on they back
i’m back with the burnin sensation to infliction
jam my f-ckin brick up your -ss you little misfit
steppin from the s.c., h., l.v.’n prodeje
nuttin but locs in the hood f-ck the police
n-gg-s still sh-t kill sh-t and get licked
south central madness m-th-f-cka we’re the hit
of hardcore flow buck-buck bang it up fool
spit your f-ckin brains in ya labb and peel your cap
n-gg-s wanna bail with the locs on the claim sh-t
get your f-ckin -ss lift f-ckin with a lunatic
prode’je n-gg- is it on?
yeah it’s on, get the f-ckin glock later rip to the dome
load the f-ckin glock as i rott to a temple
shoot a n-gg- zippo then call me a criminal
hit the f-ckin corner let the uzi flow swift
spit your f-ckin mouth cause i heard you wanna rift
the m-th-f-ckin pen yo it’s dearly as a cancer
think you can fade me n-gg- the no is the answer

[chorus:]
had to be loc’d cause i claim south central
w-ssup punk this is south central

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