(Havoc) First 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. doing 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) 2x Do it S.C Do it S.C Muthafucka do it South Central style (muthafucka)
(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 Ho-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 ho 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
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(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