South Central Cartel - Servin `em Heat Lyrics
Servin `em HeatHAVOC:
199-m****f***in'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house
Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin your a** heat
PRODEJE:
m****f****s gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1
But 94 is in effect if you want some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin
And only for the real car droppin
G s***, n**** through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da ??????
Comin ???? I don't think so, n***** gotta float style
This lil' n**** still loco
8-9's where the hustlers dwell
You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel
TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie
Many n***** talk s***
And get banked with the O-E
Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
That's where the real O.G.'s bail
Down low in a short Coupe
Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
It's all good when I'm creepin
Back street lights on and m****f****s done slipping
I know my city so I'm rollin, n***** tried to swang with this
But South Central's kinda dangerous
Chorus...
S-C n**** kickin gangsta s***
Cartel gonna get my back
S-C n**** kickin gangsta s***, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you heat
HAVIKK:
Breakin m****f****s off, n**** for the hoo-ride
A true G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped cause it's on if them n***** runnin up play the back in
Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the hood stay down for a n****
Hoes ride d***s cause we got bigger
90 m****f***in 2 street
S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell
n***** fronted on a n**** in the 93
The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G
Peelin n***** cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the n***** wanna set trip
Surely loc's with the Locs
Glock in my drawers f***** with the old folks
Knuckle headed n**** in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E
Layin in the cut for the police
H-A to the V-I double m****f***in K
Creepin on yo' a** with an AK
At the park shootin' hoops
And finna get my strap on
Smokin n***** cause I'm jail pro
Chorus...
PRODEJE:
I'm from a hood where the real n***** come-up
Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game
You try to figure who I run with
The S-C to the m****f***in C, that's all bit*h
And in the end I'ma maintain
m****f****s hittin deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't trip n**** cause I got a clip
For the 9, hanging on my m****f***in hip
You need to kick it in the city with me
And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin s***** with me
And m****f****s still flossin, still tryin to O.G.
On the slap smokin E.T.
HAVIKK:
Hangin on the m****f***in deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a m****f***in' small Coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' a** and it's over
And En Vogue couldn't hold ya
n***** yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta
Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel n****
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' a** in the river
Shootin dice in the hood buckin n***** for their last end
In a mood to get my blastin
Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G
And m****f****s can't fade me
Chorus...
Servin `em Heat
Servin `em HeatHAVOC:
199-m****f***in'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house
Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin your a** heat
PRODEJE:
m****f****s gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1
But 94 is in effect if you want some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin
And only for the real car droppin
G s***, n**** through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da ??????
Comin ???? I don't think so, n***** gotta float style
This lil' n**** still loco
8-9's where the hustlers dwell
You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel
TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie
Many n***** talk s***
And get banked with the O-E
Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
That's where the real O.G.'s bail
Down low in a short Coupe
Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
It's all good when I'm creepin
Back street lights on and m****f****s done slipping
I know my city so I'm rollin, n***** tried to swang with this
But South Central's kinda dangerous
Chorus...
S-C n**** kickin gangsta s***
Cartel gonna get my back
S-C n**** kickin gangsta s***, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you heat
HAVIKK:
Breakin m****f****s off, n**** for the hoo-ride
A true G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped cause it's on if them n***** runnin up play the back in
Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the hood stay down for a n****
Hoes ride d***s cause we got bigger
90 m****f***in 2 street
S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell
n***** fronted on a n**** in the 93
The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G
Peelin n***** cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the n***** wanna set trip
Surely loc's with the Locs
Glock in my drawers f***** with the old folks
Knuckle headed n**** in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E
Layin in the cut for the police
H-A to the V-I double m****f***in K
Creepin on yo' a** with an AK
At the park shootin' hoops
And finna get my strap on
Smokin n***** cause I'm jail pro
Chorus...
PRODEJE:
I'm from a hood where the real n***** come-up
Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game
You try to figure who I run with
The S-C to the m****f***in C, that's all bit*h
And in the end I'ma maintain
m****f****s hittin deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't trip n**** cause I got a clip
For the 9, hanging on my m****f***in hip
You need to kick it in the city with me
And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin s***** with me
And m****f****s still flossin, still tryin to O.G.
On the slap smokin E.T.
HAVIKK:
Hangin on the m****f***in deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a m****f***in' small Coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' a** and it's over
And En Vogue couldn't hold ya
n***** yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta
Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel n****
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' a** in the river
Shootin dice in the hood buckin n***** for their last end
In a mood to get my blastin
Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G
And m****f****s can't fade me
Chorus...
Servin `em Heat