Текст песни South Central Cartel - W.C. Rocks
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[ Young Prod ]What`s upCartel representin for all the real niggas that represent from both coastsEast and west, nigga, like thatTo all you bitch-ass niggas dissin this gangsta shitFuck y`all, no loveWhat`s up, Treach, Kay Gee, Vin-RockYouknowmsayin, puttin it downIll and Al SkratchAll the west coast homiesKnowmsayin?Let`s rock[ Young Prod ]I felt the slaughter and thought I oughta rip off niggas` facesInterphase my razorblades, cause this is gangstaCollapse perhaps when a strap split you between your eyes40mm infrared beams, homicides.45`s, .44 Desert Eagles to the skiesTec-9s, Mac-10s, the biggest to the smallest sizeAnd I ride these ghetto streets when I`m highL.A.C., S.C.C. d.o.g. and that`s rightI put that on my mama, I hears the drama from the bitch coastKiller, better feel a realer nigga from the west coastNow just suppose you was on the west coastAnd you got caught up in the drama with the baby locsYou say it ain`t real, but now you`re feelin like a hoeCause a nigga 13 done knocked yo ass to the flo`[ Rhimeson ]Now nigga, what`s happenin, it`s the cavi and the gee that c-rideMy chest full of that doja, finna slug, hittin the thaiThe Hen got a nigga brain cells on nuttyCome with a Tec, roll in a bucket, broke as fuck, yellin "Fuck it!"I`m hittin niggas up as I swerve down your blockYellin "Cartel", yo westside rider, it don`t stopPut a slug in a nigga`s ass like a cKnock him off like a d, beatin his ass like a treeRhimeson regulatin more blocks than Fort KnoxI`m the baddest batter parlayin clippin up yo blocksDrop-top storin glocks, and if the battery`s hot, it`s onBrigades that ice-skates and put marks in funeral homesThe g shit won`t quit, loc, as we dip throughLoadin clips, fool, for your whole crew, yellin "Fuck you!"Gangstas, teams leavin hoes and toes frozenTags in teams rollin and casket doors closin[ CHORUS ][ Young Prod ]West coast niggas don`t give a fuckSo when you hear that milimeter bust, it be usPeepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t realBut when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still...(Eastside niggas, Westside niggas)Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks(Westside niggas, Eastside niggas)Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks[ Prode`je ]Like Cube I`ma show you how the west coast rocksPut the clips in the glocks and let em go pop-popEastsider, S.C.G.`s, the representers of the goryKeep talkin that shit, you catch a flurryI bury muthafuckas, they call me Buckus, not FuckusBut I`m quick to put a rush on all you bustasEnough is enough is, now who`s the fuckin roughestThe toughest, and in the end, who`s gonna need the crutches?I said it once before, and I respect the realer niggasThe realer niggas pullin killer-triggas on the iggasIt figures, cause who`s the bigger niggas when it`s payday?We parlay and give the props to niggas and what they sayIt`s okay, cause gangstas movin deeper to the massesOthers kissin asses, we comin with the blastesWe smashes, and kickin at your asses like some stress isThe gangstas puttin it down for the pound where the west is[ Young Prod ]When I`m in a low-low rollin slow mo` to the eastI be a thief like Coolio and roll with 40 ThevzGees in the backseat, clippin up the heatI`m leanin out the window, dumpin niggas yellin "Peace!"Release hollow-points, splittin between your jointsShots explode, eyes close, niggas get my pointWest coast niggas don`t give a fuckSo when you hear that milimeter bust, it be usPeepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t realBut when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still...(Eastside niggas, Westside niggas)Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks(Westside niggas, Eastside niggas)Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks[ ? ]Now I came through the do`, I said it befo`It`s all about that west coast flow and the .44So get a grip, niggas dissin best to listenFuck all you hooks, and I ain`t talkin about fishinGot this mission that I`m completin, and niggas that I`m deletinAnd I`m heatin up your block with the Tec and the infrared glockServin niggas with Mac-10 triggersThe bigger the nigga size, the bigger the hole he lies inCause that`s the lifestyle I`m livin, so I express it in my rapsFor snaps and collapse fools with the strapsPerhaps the west coast is too hardcoreKickin down your front do` with the infrared .44Like [name], but on a mission for propsEverybody hit the flo`, no beef no mo`[ ? ]Nigga, don`t expect for us to let that shit ride on this sideYeah, you`re safe at home, but over here you best to hideI`m capable of servin niggas problems with my heaterI`m down to put the strap down to let my fist met yaNiggas don`t want no problems now, nigga, you will get broke downNigga, you find yourself dead on the ??? boundCause I get so hot, niggas, you cannot stop meWest coast comin hard, so your ass best to copySloppy-ass marks, y`all don`t wanna see meI throw heat on your ass and bust a cap, cause it`s easyKeep it real[ CHORUS ]