Do It Sc Style

South Central Cartel

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    [havoc]
    1st s.c.c. came at your ass with 'south central madness'
    Some of them muthafuckas didn't wanna give us our side respect
    Now s.c.c. doin they shit south central style

    [havikk the rhime son]
    Biggedy-bang!
    I let your fuckin brain hit the concrete
    And jiggedy-jock your fuckin ass into dog meat
    South central cartel gives a fuck so it's mayhem
    A laceration of your ass limp
    7 bold muthafuckas with a g-swing
    A g-thang on your ass like a dawg, mayn
    Playback-nigga chalk that
    Get your ass rat-packed
    With glock lead in your nutt sacks
    I'm hoo-ridin like tyson -i guess it's on
    To brake a muthafuckin bone straight towards your dome
    Niggas thought i was a no-no a fuckin so-so
    Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc
    Hoes jock real niggas, i guess they figure
    Real niggas take notes,shit,get the picture
    9-3 is the terrior callin a ?paul-bearin?
    I'm khaki-suited and your bitch is tearin
    Put your ass in a skillet
    Peel your fuckin cap back
    Pull out my dick and piss all in it
    I got a scoap that'll buck a muthafucka from a mile bitch
    And i do it south central style

    [chorus x2]
    Do it s.c.
    Do it s.c.
    Muthafucka do it south central style (muthafucka)

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    [prodeje]
    Brakin muthafuckas off quicker
    S.c.'s back bitch
    But now it's time to paint another picture
    I'm killin a nigga with my nina
    Buck to your damn dome
    I told you muthafuckas 'bring it on!'
    Cause real niggas ain't sleeping
    And o.g.'s don't die and only poof-butt muthafuckas cry
    The other level of a die hard
    Duckin the buckshots and pull them muthafuckas like a hoe-card
    Played pussy, get fucked up
    Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
    Weak niggas can't fade this
    A born killer the shit you be seein in a thriller
    But 'chucky' won't die 'chucky' won't die bitch
    A find a poor muthafucka and i kill it
    And while you die i survive
    Then creep on another hoe
    And drop his ass like a '64
    It's just a g-thang niggas straight street-bang
    You either hang with a gang or you dope slang
    Bandanas on my ass [???] and a nine g
    That's how i do it in the s.c.

    [chorus x2]

    [l.v.speakin]

    [havikk the rhime son]
    We do it like a g cause we're loc'd
    And nigga's outta line
    ??? to get they punk-ass smoked
    I give 'em the backs cause it's like this
    In '93 i'm brakin the niggas off with a new twist
    The cartel ain't for bustas
    Stinky cock bitches
    Who only want a nigga for the riches
    Only the real know the deal
    So the real niggas stay down
    And let the punk niggas get clowned
    The county blues never stop shit
    Eastside hoo-ridin mutahfuckas on load clips
    Rat-a-tat muthafuck 'em
    I can't wait to cross 'em
    A g on a set 'prod buck 'em
    Put a nigga deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer
    And body-bag them muthafuckin skeezer
    Yeah, i told you stupid muthafuckas i was rollin
    I'm on your ass like a cancer on a colon
    Put niggas in a meat wagon
    My pants keep saggin
    187 on the grand dragon
    Khakied up with my fingers on the muthafuckin trigger
    I do it s.c. style nigga

    [chorus x2]

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    Composición: Prophet B.W. West, Andrew Patterson y Cary Calvin

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