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South Central Madness

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Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap g-funk west coast hip-hop

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[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness

[ Prode`je ]
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
The Cartel`s gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin deep
Watch your back, I`m about to creep
It`s not Compton, it`s South Central like a bitch
Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
If funk jump you`re soft and try to punk
Cause I`ma hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode`je spoke and choke and choke
Who croak when the guns smoke, ?broke, you`re half-loc`ed?
But I`ma break it down for those who know
Be real when you claim South Central
Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped
And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped
211`s in progress
Here comes the 187 if a sucker tries to fess
Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit
And when I`m grippin the mic or when I flip shit

[ Havikk ]
It`s not Compton, what`s up punk, it`s South Central
A crime wave of gangster-made criminals
Liftin a skit to your dome, I`m relentless, shit
Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this shit
Cause your ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide the funk and it`s homicide
Suckers collide with my drum and get hung
Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death
Eat your brain and watch your ass melt
In the Central I roam, I`m close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I`ma smoke, I`m no joke
Drop the floor on a noose and watch your ass choke
Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate
Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate
Your damn cranium, punk, who`s the baddest?
You can`t escape the South Central Madness

[ Havoc ]
Yo, this is the hype of all hypes
Hype-up track for `92
For South Central
Cold droppin gangsta

[ uncredited guest rapper #1 ]
Yo, I got a gat, I`m tryin to deal with the Madness
Mexican gangsta, born with a badness
So I drink forties like a wino
And let me get it straight, don`t give a fuck about a five-o
Cause I live on the edge like every nigga
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I gat, so I guess I`m a rider
Bitches know I`m paid, so I guess that`s why they strive for
I sling like the Cartel bang
Scorpio is ???? but you ain`t gonna hang
My AK is fully automatic
If you wanna live, chump, then don`t get dramatic
Cause the jail`s got a goddamn mafia
Wanna scrap, punk? Ace`ll be droppin ya
When we`re done you`re gonna be feelin blue
Sleepin on the floor like a muthafuckin ????
Just because you thought you that crazy
Try to rush hard but your shit couldn`t phase me
Cause I`m more than a brother that`s mental
I`m the one Mexican that roam South Central

[ uncredited guest rapper #2 ]
A city with so much credential
Livin in Central is strictly all mental
Coincidental, let me tell you what I`m into
Gamin on the niggas who think they can step to
A pretty seditty lady from the city
Looks are deceiving but my attitude is shitty
And don`t try to step to me quick
Cause a 9mm in your mouth I will stick
And make you lookin like a popsicle
Hear the blast, and I see your blood trickle
Yeah, exactly what I figured
A bitch-made nigga that`s scared to pull the trigger
On a lady that`s got you feelin smaller
Shorter than short, I`m the lady shot caller
The boss that 24 is dissin
Any muthafucka who think they can fade this
S.C.C. is comin out slayin
It`s not a gang when no Uzi is sprayin
A lady that`s pullin all the cards
I smoke ya and leave ya dead with your dick on hard

[ uncredited guest rapper #3 ]
Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine
Bullshit - my city`s full of one-time
Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy
Any gangsta nigga wearin khakis and Curduroys
House shoes or a pair of Nikeys
And you talkin `bout you wanna come and sight-see?
Fool, you better stay where you`re at and keep your health
Cause where I`m from every nigga`s for hisself
Or his set with the vest and a Tec
So if you`ve never been here, then channel 7 is your best bet
Me, I was raised in Watts after the riots
So I was taught: see the head, fly it
And one-time, I know they name and they faces
Because I see em on a everyday basis
Niggas claim hard cause of a warrant or a bounty
Others try to claim L.A. from Orange County
But ain`t even close to claim hard knocks
That`s why they dyin of a overdose of buckshots
I can`t take it, my mic, somebody grab this
And keep flowin to the South Central Madness

[ Havoc ]
For all you muthafuckas out there don`t know how we livin in South Central
Fuck y`all!

(Shit, goddamn
Get off yo ass and jam!) (2x)

[ uncredited guest rapper #4 ]
Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak niggas straight trip when I ride
Young Westworld trippin on another flow
And yeah nigga, I still got my .44
In the front seat tryin to fuck with me?
And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C.
In the house, puttin niggas` heads out
Workin em out, trippin em out without a doubt
And still stuffin big dick in your hoe mouth
Westworld kick a grip on a flow
And yo, right after this I get to fuck yo hoe
Young nigga, don`t sweat that
Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthafuckin AK strapped
On your back with a goddamn slug in your head
Now you know the O.G. meaning of `dead`
And right after I proved the point
Kick back and smoke a fat joint
Of green funky Indo
Then kick back and let a fine hoe
Suck my dick, bitch trick, when I say so
Westside, killin up niggaroes

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