Текст песни South Central Cartel - Rollin Down Da Block
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HAVOC:Oh man, where my keys at man?I can`t find my keysWe`re havin a problem with these old bustas out in the CentralOh, here they goLet`s rollYOUNG PROD:Bow to the wow yippie-yo into the yeainI can swing my sack really though I ain`t playinIt`s Young Prod with the S.C.C.Breakin `em off like a G.E. from the S.C. flee(We`re on a mission this is how we do itGrey 6-4 on gold D`s we them bluest) Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it`s goodAll good for me cause I got him for a G(It`s that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta)(9-3 jetter - I.O.U. letter)I don`t give a mother-mad (huh) like a 17 switchesGettin riches and gettin rid of bitchesProd what you hittin for(Two Tec-9`s a safe full of money and a life of hard times)Trigga-happy-pappy yo it`s meSo never fade the better from a young-ass GOh, here I come as I swing with the gangstasSuckas step up and he slip when I bank yaThe homie don`t try to fade If you can`t hang with a young-ass GFrom the hood where the yay` slangs fleeRollin down the blockRollin non-stopRollin in my `64 and I keep it drop...Mobbin` down the block with the GlockGot the 16 shots for the crooked-ass copGots to be a true G see me later as I creepMausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleepSo tippy-tippy-toe as I float through the hood in my 4Job-top-D`s punk please (oh no)G slidin` down tha block with the Glock cockedFeelin` bigger picture Rhimeson droppin non-stopHits for the streets as I groove like a GHollow point tips in the cut playin` low keyYou got the (1-2-3) for the setBend that ass over I`ma stuff it with the jetYeah, I hang around like herpes and tricks wanna slurp meThe Glock 10 is puttin in work GHavikk from the C be a G with this N-U-T`sHangin strong like a treeFool, so flee from, it`s a C thang a G thangChronic all day (AK) goin insaneDroppin punks in the mud make his blood die the rugIn the hood where it`s good cause I gets loveChorus...HAVOC: Yeah this is how the S.C.C. do they shit In the `94 Yeah, `In-Gatz-We-Trust-Style` on your ass Murder Squad 4 life, foolsPRODEJE:Break `em off quicker with the triggerThrow `em in the riverDip thru the hood while you figureWhy must I be like thisIs it cause I`m ruthlessNaw, gotta show `em how I do thisUp in the morninEverybody sleepWhile you countin sheep Prodeje is on the creepBecause I got the fever for the flavourI got to get my wage to keep my car phone and my pagerI`m hittin` licks on the backstreetsGotta get some gold thangs cause I wanna get fat freaksNot the fat like a fat but the fat like a popperThat take ya to the `tel for the popperIn the hood`s where it`s good Let`s make it understood I love the damned hood like my woodG`s hangin long like my family jewelsOn the corners with the Ides mad-doggin the foolsYeah, that gangsta rhyme has got me goin in circlesSo you should be awakin like hearshalIt ain`t nuthin goin on but the buck life bangBut in the hood`s where the G`s hangChorus...L.V.`S.C.THANG`, IT AIN`T THE SAME THANG