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Текст песни South Central Cartel - I`m a Rider

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[ Prode`je ]Eastside and Westside riders(Gangsters)Cartel gang, nigga(Fo` life)What set you from?"S.C.C."[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]Gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna tripSlide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tipsEastside rider, locs without a doubt fo` the funkLike the House Of Pain the fools `jump`Makin these fleas cease, niggas fleece for the pieceDouble up on that ass like five g`sEase down the Cartel road with my niggas in a 4Lookin for the busters а la modeNada, suckin for your fuckin chin-checkinSwervin through the Manchester intersectionNext in line for the ass-whippin - on a dimeThe West coast stays on your mind - the lineIs thin, I`m in for the win so you loseOriginal like Chuck T shoesWho wanna dis the riderLight a sucker up like the 4thAnd leave him burnt toast[ CHORUS ]Busters don`t know but I`m a Eastside rider, rider(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)And niggas don`t know that I`m a Westside rider, rider(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider, rider(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)And get your ass fucked by the Westside rider, rider(And if I catch you slippin, that ass is gone)[ VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son ]Skatin down the 110, it`s hot as fuckKhakis on crease, pavements fucked up my ChucksFlossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp banginJesse Owens Park, neighborhood`s out hanginGlock on my hip, nigga, Westside geesEasin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d`sCavi-ass gangsta, nickel-plate-packerMark-ass-subtracter, anybody-blasterI`m bouts to put that ass in a lynchMarinate that ass on the curb like a bitchRhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I`ma getchaYeah, and let these nine slugs get witchaDippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain`t nothin niceA gangsta down to put that ass on some iceI`m posted with the info aimed at your templeIt`s simple for I to throw up Westside[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Young Prod ]On a mission dippin, ratatat like thatDesert Eagle eager to lay yo ass down flatFor my scratch, knockin niggas out like I was MichaelMack-10 got niggas` brains blowin in the windHoller at me rollin in a bucket lookin tackyOn the d-l don`t love em cause niggas been tryin to jack meStackin ends, fetti, a nigga get ready to rollPark the bucket, fuck it, nigga get ready to strollWalkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eyeWanted to low-ride so I triedTo sell cavi but shit was too slowSo now I`m lookin for that fo`-do` lo-loSlow mo` West coast rider EastsiderI`ma put it inside ya when I find yaI`m behind ya and you`re kinda scaredSo be prepared, or shake the spot if you`re scared[ CHORUS ]( *cutting up of* )"Get yo ass beat"

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