(Intro)
I pled allegiance to the m****f***in streets of South Central
And for the gangsta s*** for which is there
7 criminals under guard with a f***** A-K
For no justice is served
So it's spray-day
N gatz we trust m****f****s
(Havoc)
19-19-199 m****f***in 3
Yeah on your m****f***in a** n****
Takin 'em to the other m****f***in level n****
To you PROD'
(Prodeje)
I'm from a hood where the n***** never f*** around
They kick your m****f***in a** if you try to clown
The Cartel got the moves of a m****f***in gangsta
So run up and get bankrupt
I tried to flip [?] my last s***
But other brothers started trippin on my click b****
And you know I don't play that
Homies doin drive-byes for the payback
Yeah, you didn't think I knew my s*** yes
You never saw me
And figured I was fakin on the G-ness
But bring it on and I'ma flip your monkey a** into a coma
With s*****-a** drawers all on ya
[?] in tha 9-3
Rollin deep as the figure hoes c*** on the one way
Comin up for a rowdy
Slangin these thangs cause the n**** live foully
Snipin one time from my roof cause I hate parks pigs
On the slap pullin off [?]
One time for a O.G.
The 87's gettin down with the S.C.
90's, 60's break peace
East Coast and the block G's, Hoover Crips and the 40's
School Yard, Shotgun, Averline too
Won't sleep on the S.C.C. crew
And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic's wanna choose this
The Bounty Hunters and the Roose, b****
Wanna rock with the show-no
Let 'em know South Central jumpin off with a new touch
The Cartel still funky
Kickin more a** than a p*****-off donkey
All about the truece if you ain't down n**** shut the f*** up and listen
And let a true n**** keep pinchin
Rhymes on the real while you weak-weaks drop like a pebble
We take it to another d*** level
(Chorus)
Bring it on, bring it on, we take it to the other level
Bring it on, bring it on, m****f****
(Havikk)
Locs still rollin deep n****ro so here we go
Crease the khakis hit the m****f***in Figuero
I'm from a city m****f****s better bring it on
And mafiatic m****f****s get the clown on
Cause that gangsta rhyme has got you goin in circles
The Grape Street spoke purple
Chillin in the hood with the 90's
The Front Streets, Back Streets and the 30's
Santanas got the s*** m****f****s can't f*** with
So in the Kitchen Roads yo it's all about truece b****
Hoes jock cause I'm jockable
Try to ride the Havikkal d*** but my d***'s not ridable
P.J.'s, 43's don't trip, comin G cool
Keep a glock for a dumb fool
The 64's drop low
The Fruit Town Villains and the Swans actin loc'd
Long Beach, Main Street, ????????, Inglewood and don't forget Compton
Tragniew, they keep stompin
S.C.C. bail deep, 18's get they mob on
The Broadways don't sleep homes
Kelly Park, Lime Hood be down with the real s***
And Tree Top don't play b****
And if you figure I'm a so-so
Bring your a** to my hood: 92nd Street in Figuero
In the hood's packed Glocks
Swans gettin licked on the Compton blocks
99's down for the kill, one time m****f***ers can't creep
83'll put that a** on sleep
The 87 gangstas, the West Coast headbangers
East Side wallstreet slangers
And Jordan Downs wanna rock with my crew
Let's bring the s*** together with the red and the blue (peace)
Cause Lantana, Atlantic Drivers breakin n***** off quick G
They gettin funky with the S.C.
(Chorus) 3x
(Havikk)
m****f***in Rhimeson is here
And I wanna say peace to all the Crips and Bloods all over the m****f***in world
(Prodeje)
All you m****f****s down with the truece
All the Ese's, all the m****f***in Cholos down with South Central
(Havoc)
To all you true a** gangstas, stay together
Cause the S.C.C. has got peace and love for ya
(Havikk)
Yeah I wanna give a shout to the Front Street, the Back Street,
The Bluegate Mafia and the Hustler Nation
Peace out from the Murder Squad
(DJ Gripp)
Straight out
Yo I wanna give a shout out to all my n***** in the pen
I pled allegiance to the m****f***in streets of South Central
And for the gangsta s*** for which is there
7 criminals under guard with a f***** A-K
For no justice is served
So it's spray-day
N gatz we trust m****f****s
(Havoc)
19-19-199 m****f***in 3
Yeah on your m****f***in a** n****
Takin 'em to the other m****f***in level n****
To you PROD'
(Prodeje)
I'm from a hood where the n***** never f*** around
They kick your m****f***in a** if you try to clown
The Cartel got the moves of a m****f***in gangsta
So run up and get bankrupt
I tried to flip [?] my last s***
But other brothers started trippin on my click b****
And you know I don't play that
Homies doin drive-byes for the payback
Yeah, you didn't think I knew my s*** yes
You never saw me
And figured I was fakin on the G-ness
But bring it on and I'ma flip your monkey a** into a coma
With s*****-a** drawers all on ya
[?] in tha 9-3
Rollin deep as the figure hoes c*** on the one way
Comin up for a rowdy
Slangin these thangs cause the n**** live foully
Snipin one time from my roof cause I hate parks pigs
On the slap pullin off [?]
One time for a O.G.
The 87's gettin down with the S.C.
90's, 60's break peace
East Coast and the block G's, Hoover Crips and the 40's
School Yard, Shotgun, Averline too
Won't sleep on the S.C.C. crew
And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic's wanna choose this
The Bounty Hunters and the Roose, b****
Wanna rock with the show-no
Let 'em know South Central jumpin off with a new touch
The Cartel still funky
Kickin more a** than a p*****-off donkey
All about the truece if you ain't down n**** shut the f*** up and listen
And let a true n**** keep pinchin
Rhymes on the real while you weak-weaks drop like a pebble
We take it to another d*** level
(Chorus)
Bring it on, bring it on, we take it to the other level
Bring it on, bring it on, m****f****
(Havikk)
Locs still rollin deep n****ro so here we go
Crease the khakis hit the m****f***in Figuero
I'm from a city m****f****s better bring it on
And mafiatic m****f****s get the clown on
Cause that gangsta rhyme has got you goin in circles
The Grape Street spoke purple
Chillin in the hood with the 90's
The Front Streets, Back Streets and the 30's
Santanas got the s*** m****f****s can't f*** with
So in the Kitchen Roads yo it's all about truece b****
Hoes jock cause I'm jockable
Try to ride the Havikkal d*** but my d***'s not ridable
P.J.'s, 43's don't trip, comin G cool
Keep a glock for a dumb fool
The 64's drop low
The Fruit Town Villains and the Swans actin loc'd
Long Beach, Main Street, ????????, Inglewood and don't forget Compton
Tragniew, they keep stompin
S.C.C. bail deep, 18's get they mob on
The Broadways don't sleep homes
Kelly Park, Lime Hood be down with the real s***
And Tree Top don't play b****
And if you figure I'm a so-so
Bring your a** to my hood: 92nd Street in Figuero
In the hood's packed Glocks
Swans gettin licked on the Compton blocks
99's down for the kill, one time m****f***ers can't creep
83'll put that a** on sleep
The 87 gangstas, the West Coast headbangers
East Side wallstreet slangers
And Jordan Downs wanna rock with my crew
Let's bring the s*** together with the red and the blue (peace)
Cause Lantana, Atlantic Drivers breakin n***** off quick G
They gettin funky with the S.C.
(Chorus) 3x
(Havikk)
m****f***in Rhimeson is here
And I wanna say peace to all the Crips and Bloods all over the m****f***in world
(Prodeje)
All you m****f****s down with the truece
All the Ese's, all the m****f***in Cholos down with South Central
(Havoc)
To all you true a** gangstas, stay together
Cause the S.C.C. has got peace and love for ya
(Havikk)
Yeah I wanna give a shout to the Front Street, the Back Street,
The Bluegate Mafia and the Hustler Nation
Peace out from the Murder Squad
(DJ Gripp)
Straight out
Yo I wanna give a shout out to all my n***** in the pen