[Havoc]
1st S.C.C. came at your a** with 'South Central Madness'
Some of them muthaf**as didn't wanna give us our side respect
Now S.C.C. doin they sh** South Central style
[Havikk The Rhime Son]
Biggedy-bang!
I let your f**in brain hit the concrete
And jiggedy-jock your f**in a** into dog meat
South Central Cartel gives a f** so it's mayhem
A laceration of your a** limp
7 bold muthaf**as with a G-swing
A G-thang on your a** like a dawg, mayn
Playback-n***a chalk that
Get your a** rat-packed
With Glock lead in your nutt sacks
I'm Hoo-ridin like Tyson -I guess it's on
To brake a muthaf**in bone straight towards your dome
n***as thought I was a no-no a f**in so-so
Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc
Hoes jock real n***as, I guess they figure
Real n***as take notes,sh**,get the picture
9-3 is the terrior callin a?Paul-bearin?
I'm khaki-suited and your b**h is tearin
Put your a** in a sk**et
Peel your f**in cap back
Pull out my dick and piss all in it
I got a scoap that'll buck a muthaf**a from a mile b**h
And I do it South Central Style
[Chorus x2]
Do it S.C.
Do it S.C.
Muthaf**a do it South Central style (muthaf**a)
[Prodeje]
Brakin muthaf**as off quicker
S.C.'s back b**h
But now it's time to paint another picture
I'm k**in a n***a with my Nina
Buck to your damn dome
I told you muthaf**as 'bring it on!'
Cause real n***as ain't sleeping
And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-bu*t muthaf**as cry
The other level of a Die Hard
Duckin the buckshots and pull them muthaf**as like a Hoe-card
Played p**y, get f**ed up
Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
Weak n***as can't fade this
A born k**er the sh** you be seein in a thriller
But 'Chucky' won't die 'Chucky' won't die b**h
A find a poor muthaf**a and I k** it
And while you die I survive
Then creep on another hoe
And drop his a** like a '64
It's just a G-thang n***as straight street-bang
You either hang with a gang or you dope slang
Bandanas on my a** [???] and a Nine G
That's how I do it in the S.C.
[Chorus x2]
[L.V.speakin]
[Havikk The Rhime Son]
We do it like a G cause we're loc'd
And n***a's outta line
??? to get they punk-a** smoked
I give 'em the backs cause it's like this
In '93 I'm brakin the n***as off with a new twist
The Cartel ain't for bustas
Stinky co*k b**hes
Who only want a n***a for the riches
Only the real know the deal
So the real n***as stay down
And let the punk n***as get clowned
The county blues never stop sh**
Eastside Hoo-ridin mutahf**as on load clips
Rat-a-tat muthaf** 'em
I can't wait to cross 'em
A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em
Put a n***a deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer
And body-bag them muthaf**in skeezer
Yeah, I told you stupid muthaf**as I was rollin
I'm on your a** like a cancer on a colon
Put n***as in a meat wagon
My pants keep saggin
187 on the grand dragon
Khakied up with my fingers on the muthaf**in trigger
I do it S.C. style n***a
[Chorus x2]