4 Yo Ear

[ CHORUS ]<br>S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear<br>Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good<br>Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus<br>( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin<br>The 808 is thumpin<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>Dippin down yo block, battery`s hot in a rag deuce<br>Flossin on threes, gold d`s for my gees<br>Slidin ( ? ) dub skatin evil as I swerve<br>Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb<br>Easin through the hood, scope the scenery<br>Fiendin for the greenery<br>Gotta stack a end as I bend<br>North on the `Shaw past the one-time flossin<br>Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he`s walkin<br>Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank<br>Switch the CD as I fire up the dank<br>Oh thank God I`m a rider, Rhime Son be<br>Yo, that gee from the Carte...<br>With pockets on swoll` and the caviar`s callin me<br>And niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me<br>Punk-ass busters wanna show me, they flexin<br>Parks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear<br>Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prodje`je ]<br>Once again it`s on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d<br>Open up a new ( ? )<br>The ( ? ) is in my deck and it`s rockin<br>Shockin, hoes wanna pose but I`m knockin<br>Boots as I swoops down the 91 West<br>Yes, I gots to wear a bullet-proof vest<br>Fools wanna trip so I trip back on em<br>Fuck they ass up till they hoes don`t want em<br>I`m on em, the Eastside gees and the P<br>At ease, you don`t wanna fuck with these<br>And we`se the malice, careless muthafuckas<br>Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers<br>My knockers holdin shit down like the underground<br>(We`ll make you go round and round)<br>So now I`m callin up my crew<br>And what you gonna do<br>When you see the niggas in blue<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear<br>Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good<br>Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus<br>( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin<br>The 808 is thumpin<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ]<br>One mo` time through yo hood and mines<br>You`re walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes<br>And verses, sleepin off in hearses<br>Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses<br>With verses, we ain`t in this game for the fame<br>We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane<br>Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in `96<br>Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks<br>Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain<br>Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain<br>It ain`t no thing to be a in-the-cut rider<br>And it ain`t no thing to be a black godfather<br>Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6<br>With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks<br>Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I`m a rider<br>With my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider<br><br>[ OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece ]<br>Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel<br>who done earned his stripes<br>bumpin "Flashlight"<br>tryin to get rich like Richie<br>[ ] through my city<br><br>[ CHORUS (repeated till fade) ]<br>S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear<br>Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good<br>Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus<br>( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin<br>The 808 is thumpin