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  • Текст песни South Central Cartel - S.C.G.'z

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    Check it out
    All don't G like we G
    Evil side on the cut thang S.C.C.
    y'all don't G...

    [HAVIKK]
    4 deep on the creep, I gots the heat on -
    We swervin' whip to set trip, regulate your block
    Turn the 6-4's to low-low's, bangin' for the West Coast
    What's next? Breakin fools necks like bad checks
    Outrageous with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
    Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
    Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
    Twistin' off the bomb, my eyes are tighter than Japs
    Rollin' evil with the evil side schemin', Young Prod
    Clipp's the house, oh my God, a homicide!
    Is about to be committed, admit it, we run thangs
    Full Clipp from S.C., ready to ride and hoo-bang
    Competin', strangle the evil with low blows
    Low low's stay juiced on thick with hell of heat exposed
    The S.C. script have a design to serve anydody
    Yeah, West Coast is more feared than John Gotti

    Chorus...

    So what you gon' do when you see
    Them West Coast G's mobbin' 4 and 5 deep
    And flossin' whips
    Shake it, shake it babe, West Coast Gangstas 5 deep
    And that's killa...

    [PRODEJE]
    G manouvres, increasin' my retaliation
    Real killers provoked could equal to your devastation
    My motivation is lyrication, this philosophation
    Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
    Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
    I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
    My khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun ya
    I zap you like a genie
    You try to escape like Whodini
    You plastic
    I'm boombastic like that mutha... Shaggy
    The Cartel keeps the groove nasty
    You tried to fade, but got eliminated, tried the differential
    But couldn't fade the gangstas gettin' mental
    Credential, compound exploding through hoods and towns
    Breakin' it down, the G's is makin' the world go round
    It's Mr. Prod comin' cutthroat, live like a wire
    The West Coast G's is on fire

    Chorus...

    [??? & YOUNG PROD]
    Freestylin' to a instrumental, in a rental
    Q-fo'-fever, evil side finna leave ya
    Whole hood leakin, blood seekin' for the weekend
    Headhuntin like a dome-servin' freak and
    Mental scheme we G's this, we locs like that
    We grab Macs and reacts to open marks' backs
    Welcome to the dome of terror, the era of the Evil Side
    Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
    Come, come, test this, let's just
    See yo' face taste ??? then just this
    No mistakin, not fakin in the field, we're money-makin'
    We grab the g's, get the ki's and we shake it
    It ain't too easy to find me
    Young Prod run games like Jumanji
    My 9 blow minds everytime I dump
    Takin' bastards' chests out and lump
    Evil Side, serve a whole click from the back to the front
    Don't front, so where ya at?
    In the back of the homie's 'Lac
    Cockin' a strap, finna take the funny style off the mat
    I got your back - back at ya, gangsta
    Pull the triggers, slugs to bastards' mugs
    Forever Evil Side, straight bangers

    Chorus...

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