Текст песни South Central Cartel - S.C.G.`Z
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Check it outAll don`t G like we GEvil side on the cut thang S.C.C.Y`all don`t G...[HAVIKK]4 deep on the creep, I gots the heat on -We swervin` whip to set trip, regulate your blockTurn the 6-4`s to low-low`s, bangin` for the West CoastWhat`s next? Breakin fools necks like bad checksOutrageous with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pagesLeavin` mingled bodies hangin` on stagesCollapse fools with raps, peeelin` caps with strapsTwistin` off the bomb, my eyes are tighter than JapsRollin` evil with the evil side schemin`, Young ProdClipp`s the house, oh my God, a homicide!Is about to be committed, admit it, we run thangsFull Clipp from S.C., ready to ride and hoo-bangCompetin`, strangle the evil with low blowsLow low`s stay juiced on thick with hell of heat exposedThe S.C. script have a design to serve anydodyYeah, West Coast is more feared than John GottiChorus...So what you gon` do when you seeThem West Coast G`s mobbin` 4 and 5 deep And flossin` whipsShake it, shake it babe, West Coast Gangstas 5 deepAnd that`s killa...[PRODEJE]G manouvres, increasin` my retaliationReal killers provoked could equal to your devastationMy motivation is lyrication, this philosophationAcquired by the gangsta`s inspirationReady to loc, I`m smokin` tracks like it`s (blunted)I`m frontin` `bout .44 mags and G ragsMy khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun yaI zap you like a genieYou try to escape like WhodiniYou plasticI`m boombastic like that mutha... ShaggyThe Cartel keeps the groove nastyYou tried to fade, but got eleminated, tried the differentialBut couldn`t fade the gangstas gettin` mentalCredential, compound exploding through hoods and townsBreakin` it down, the G`s is makin` the world go roundIt`s Mr. Prod comin` cutthroat, live like a wireThe West Coast G`s is on fireChorus...[??? & YOUNG PROD]Freestylin` to a instrumental, in a rental Q-fo`-fever, evil side finna leave yaWhole hood leakin, blood seekin` for the weekendHeadhuntin like a dome-servin` freak andMental scheme we G`s this, we locs like thatWe grab Macs and reacts to open marks` backsWelcome to the dome of terror, the era of the Evil SideLay fools out in rhymes like drive-by`sCome, come, test this, let`s justSee yo` face taste ??? then just thisNo mistakin, not fakin in the field, we`re money-makin`We grab the g`s, get the ki`s and we shake itIt ain`t too easy to find meYoung Prod run games like JumanjiMy 9 blow minds everytime I dumpTakin` bastards` chests out and lumpEvil Side, serve a whole click from the back to the frontDon`t front, so where ya at?In the back of the homie`s `LacCockin` a strap, finna take the funny style off the matI got your back - back at ya, gangstaPull the triggers, slugs to bastards` mugsForever Evil Side, straight bangersChorus...