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Артист: South Central CartelНазвание : 4 Yo EarДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap g-funk west coast hip-hop Видео:
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S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus ( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin The 808 is thumpin [ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ] Dippin down yo block, battery`s hot in a rag deuce Flossin on threes, gold d`s for my gees Slidin ( ? ) dub skatin evil as I swerve Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb Easin through the hood, scope the scenery Fiendin for the greenery Gotta stack a end as I bend North on the `Shaw past the one-time flossin Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he`s walkin Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank Switch the CD as I fire up the dank Oh thank God I`m a rider, Rhime Son be Yo, that gee from the Carte... With pockets on swoll` and the caviar`s callin me And niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me Punk-ass busters wanna show me, they flexin Parks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus [ CHORUS ] S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good [ VERSE 2: Prodje`je ] Once again it`s on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d Open up a new ( ? ) The ( ? ) is in my deck and it`s rockin Shockin, hoes wanna pose but I`m knockin Boots as I swoops down the 91 West Yes, I gots to wear a bullet-proof vest Fools wanna trip so I trip back on em Fuck they ass up till they hoes don`t want em I`m on em, the Eastside gees and the P At ease, you don`t wanna fuck with these And we`se the malice, careless muthafuckas Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers My knockers holdin shit down like the underground (We`ll make you go round and round) So now I`m callin up my crew And what you gonna do When you see the niggas in blue [ CHORUS ] S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus ( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin The 808 is thumpin [ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ] One mo` time through yo hood and mines You`re walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes And verses, sleepin off in hearses Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses With verses, we ain`t in this game for the fame We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in `96 Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain It ain`t no thing to be a in-the-cut rider And it ain`t no thing to be a black godfather Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6 With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I`m a rider With my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider [ OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece ] Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel who done earned his stripes bumpin "Flashlight" tryin to get rich like Richie [ ] through my city [ CHORUS (repeated till fade) ] S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear Rollin in your hood and you know it`s all good Rollin down the `Shaw in my Lexus ( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin The 808 is thumpin | Похожие исполнители:
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