1st S.C.C. came at your a** with 'South Central Madness'
Some of them m****f****s didn't wanna give us our side respect
Now S.C.C. doin they s*** South Central style
(Havikk The Rhime Son)
Biggedy-bang!
I let your f***** brain hit the concrete
And jiggedy-jock your f***** a** into dog meat
South Central Cartel gives a f*** so it's mayhem
A laceration of your a** limp
7 bold m****f****s with a G-swing
A G-thang on your a** like a dawg, mayn
Playback-n**** chalk that
Get your a** rat-packed
With Glock lead in your nutt sacks
I'm Hoo-ridin like Tyson -I guess it's on
To brake a m****f***in bone straight towards your dome
n***** thought I was a no-no a f***** so-so
Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc
Hoes jock real n*****, I guess they figure
Real n***** take notes,s***,get the picture
9-3 is the terrior callin a ?Paul-bearin?
I'm khaki-suited and your b**** is tearin
Put your a** in a skillet
Peel your f***** cap back
Pull out my d*** and p*** all in it
I got a scoap that'll buck a m****f**** from a mile b****
And I do it South Central Style
(Chorus) 2x
Do it S.C.
Do it S.C.
m****f**** do it South Central style (m****f****)
(Prodeje)
Brakin m****f****s off quicker
S.C.'s back b****
But now it's time to paint another picture
I'm killin a n**** with my Nina
Buck to your d*** dome
I told you m****f****s 'bring it on!'
Cause real n***** ain't sleeping
And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-b*** m****f****s cry
The other level of a Die Hard
Duckin the buckshots and pull them m****f****s like a Hoe-card
Played p****, get f***** up
Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
Weak n***** can't fade this
A born killer the s*** you be seein in a thriller
But 'Chucky' won't die 'Chucky' won't die b****
A find a poor m****f**** and I kill it
And while you die I survive
Then creep on another hoe
And drop his a** like a '64
It's just a G-thang n***** straight street-bang
You either hang with a gang or you dope slang
Bandanas on my a** ??? and a Nine G
That's how I do it in the S.C.
(Chorus) 2x
(L.V.speakin)
(Havikk The Rhime Son)
We do it like a G cause we're loc'd
And n****'s outta line
??? to get they punk-a** smoked
I give 'em the backs cause it's like this
In '93 I'm brakin the n***** off with a new twist
The Cartel ain't for bustas
Stinky c*** b******
Who only want a n**** for the riches
Only the real know the deal
So the real n***** stay down
And let the punk n***** get clowned
The county blues never stop s***
Eastside Hoo-ridin mutahfuckas on load clips
Rat-a-tat m****f*** 'em
I can't wait to cross 'em
A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em
Put a n**** deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer
And body-bag them m****f***in skeezer
Yeah, I told you stupid m****f****s I was rollin
I'm on your a** like a cancer on a colon
Put n***** in a meat wagon
My pants keep saggin
187 on the grand dragon
Khakied up with my fingers on the m****f***in trigger
I do it S.C. style n****
(Chorus) 2x
Some of them m****f****s didn't wanna give us our side respect
Now S.C.C. doin they s*** South Central style
(Havikk The Rhime Son)
Biggedy-bang!
I let your f***** brain hit the concrete
And jiggedy-jock your f***** a** into dog meat
South Central Cartel gives a f*** so it's mayhem
A laceration of your a** limp
7 bold m****f****s with a G-swing
A G-thang on your a** like a dawg, mayn
Playback-n**** chalk that
Get your a** rat-packed
With Glock lead in your nutt sacks
I'm Hoo-ridin like Tyson -I guess it's on
To brake a m****f***in bone straight towards your dome
n***** thought I was a no-no a f***** so-so
Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc
Hoes jock real n*****, I guess they figure
Real n***** take notes,s***,get the picture
9-3 is the terrior callin a ?Paul-bearin?
I'm khaki-suited and your b**** is tearin
Put your a** in a skillet
Peel your f***** cap back
Pull out my d*** and p*** all in it
I got a scoap that'll buck a m****f**** from a mile b****
And I do it South Central Style
(Chorus) 2x
Do it S.C.
Do it S.C.
m****f**** do it South Central style (m****f****)
(Prodeje)
Brakin m****f****s off quicker
S.C.'s back b****
But now it's time to paint another picture
I'm killin a n**** with my Nina
Buck to your d*** dome
I told you m****f****s 'bring it on!'
Cause real n***** ain't sleeping
And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-b*** m****f****s cry
The other level of a Die Hard
Duckin the buckshots and pull them m****f****s like a Hoe-card
Played p****, get f***** up
Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
Weak n***** can't fade this
A born killer the s*** you be seein in a thriller
But 'Chucky' won't die 'Chucky' won't die b****
A find a poor m****f**** and I kill it
And while you die I survive
Then creep on another hoe
And drop his a** like a '64
It's just a G-thang n***** straight street-bang
You either hang with a gang or you dope slang
Bandanas on my a** ??? and a Nine G
That's how I do it in the S.C.
(Chorus) 2x
(L.V.speakin)
(Havikk The Rhime Son)
We do it like a G cause we're loc'd
And n****'s outta line
??? to get they punk-a** smoked
I give 'em the backs cause it's like this
In '93 I'm brakin the n***** off with a new twist
The Cartel ain't for bustas
Stinky c*** b******
Who only want a n**** for the riches
Only the real know the deal
So the real n***** stay down
And let the punk n***** get clowned
The county blues never stop s***
Eastside Hoo-ridin mutahfuckas on load clips
Rat-a-tat m****f*** 'em
I can't wait to cross 'em
A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em
Put a n**** deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer
And body-bag them m****f***in skeezer
Yeah, I told you stupid m****f****s I was rollin
I'm on your a** like a cancer on a colon
Put n***** in a meat wagon
My pants keep saggin
187 on the grand dragon
Khakied up with my fingers on the m****f***in trigger
I do it S.C. style n****
(Chorus) 2x