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Текст песни South Central Cartel - 4 Yo Ear

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[ CHORUS ]S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your earRollin in your hood and you know it`s all goodRollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpinThe 808 is thumpin[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]Dippin down yo block, battery`s hot in a rag deuceFlossin on threes, gold d`s for my geesSlidin ( ? ) dub skatin evil as I swerveHit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curbEasin through the hood, scope the sceneryFiendin for the greeneryGotta stack a end as I bendNorth on the `Shaw past the one-time flossinCatch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he`s walkinHome like a buster, let the Alpine crankSwitch the CD as I fire up the dankOh thank God I`m a rider, Rhime Son beYo, that gee from the Carte...With pockets on swoll` and the caviar`s callin meAnd niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in mePunk-ass busters wanna show me, they flexinParks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus[ CHORUS ]S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your earRollin in your hood and you know it`s all good[ VERSE 2: Prodje`je ]Once again it`s on, polish up the chrome on my coupe dOpen up a new ( ? )The ( ? ) is in my deck and it`s rockinShockin, hoes wanna pose but I`m knockinBoots as I swoops down the 91 WestYes, I gots to wear a bullet-proof vestFools wanna trip so I trip back on emFuck they ass up till they hoes don`t want emI`m on em, the Eastside gees and the PAt ease, you don`t wanna fuck with theseAnd we`se the malice, careless muthafuckasPuttin pooh-puts in a jammie like SmuckersMy knockers holdin shit down like the underground(We`ll make you go round and round)So now I`m callin up my crewAnd what you gonna doWhen you see the niggas in blue[ CHORUS ]S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your earRollin in your hood and you know it`s all goodRollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpinThe 808 is thumpin[ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ]One mo` time through yo hood and minesYou`re walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymesAnd verses, sleepin off in hearsesNiggas on the run cause my flows cause cursesWith verses, we ain`t in this game for the fameWe just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricaneMuthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in `96Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticksShit I spit hits your ears and cause painStressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brainIt ain`t no thing to be a in-the-cut riderAnd it ain`t no thing to be a black godfatherThink of a nigga standin 5 foot 6With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicksTwin gives a fuck, loc, cause I`m a riderWith my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider[ OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece ]Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartelwho done earned his stripesbumpin "Flashlight"tryin to get rich like Richie[ ] through my city[ CHORUS (repeated till fade) ]S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your earRollin in your hood and you know it`s all goodRollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpinThe 808 is thumpin

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