Текст песни South Central Cartel Productions f Jayo - Spice 1, MC Eiht, Sh`Killa
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Typed by: bizzy_manson666@hotmail.com[Havoc]It`s a motherfuckin shame.Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.But um, check this shit out.Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.[Havoc]Bailin up outta the cut, I`m breakin em off for this 95 G thangJumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hangCannibalistic flow snatchin your neck offGrabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest offMorgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sitesMagnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street lightWe blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shitGlock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all timeBitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and HavFelony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can`t see mePump pump that Havoc`ll have it crazy motherfuckaBewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka[Jayo Felony]The original from the block, ready to pop and dropGlock on cock, Felony`s the locest as I focus like a mug shotHot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lavaI`m wicked, sit back and kick it, as I salivaHow I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNCNigga close your eyes cuz you ain`t seeing meFive eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco stillPissin in a cup, and I`m not givin a fuckIt`s on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made ColorsGettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfuckaI`m a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head offHousin with a hundred thousand, ready to let emGo to the pen, or make ends, that was my optionNow R-A-P gon put me up like adoptionI`m shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jetI`m addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretesLet`s take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead brokePass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sickCuz at the end of the world there`s gon be gangstasCockroaches, and sherm sticks[Prodeje]Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.You playa hatas can`t stop this gangsta shit.You know what I`m sayin? Haha[Hook1:]Step up, step off punk ass niggasI flow real soft, soft as medicated cottonCuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gasOr even before you`re thikin bout farting[Hook2:] X 2So what you saying? So what you saying?I`m lettin my gat bustYou bustas and you marks know I just don`t trust[Prodeje]Back on that flow, don`t you knowIt`s that Prod from that sqaudKickin up in that dust as I bust as I mobMetamorphisize from that BG to OGAll I see is G`s but you bustas can`t see meSmokin motherfuckas so they bodies are coldI`m kickin up on your ass till you crumble and foldI`m on the creeps on them vougesDroppin 6 to them 4`sMakin records, going goldThat`s my story in VougeStill try to break me but you`re brokeAs I spoke, locSuckas hate the gunsmokeAct I peel your cap like a cantaloupeYou think it`s settled when we knuckle upI got insane like SaddamAnd wreck your posse with my finger fuck[Young Prod?]Five four three two umHere it comes, one more timePistol whip dump when I`m packin up mineY`all don`t wanna do nothin, I`ma keep on bustin(....?....)G`s need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsackI sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for daysSo why must you drive my G flow I swallow your ass up like CujoAnd I got em, hollow point for the gaffleSeventeen (?) in your ass like a raffleSo respect me, the Young P-R-O-D