South Central Cartel - I'm A Ryder lyrics

[Prode'je] Eastside and Westside riders (Gangsters) Cartel gang, n***a (Fo' life) What set you from? "S.C.C." [VERSE 1: Prode'je] Gees tryin to move but some n***as wanna trip Slide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tips Eastside rider, locs without a doubt fo' the funk Like the House Of Pain the fools 'jump' Makin these fleas cease, n***as fleece for the piece Double up on that a** like five g's Ease down the Cartel road with my n***as in a 4 Lookin for the busters à la mode Nada, s**in for your f**in chin-checkin Swervin through the Manchester intersection Next in line for the a**-whippin - on a dime The West coast stays on your mind - the line Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose Original like Chuck T shoes Who wanna dis the rider Light a s**er up like the 4th And leave him burnt toast [Chorus] Busters don't know but I'm a Eastside rider, rider (And if I catch you trippin, yo a** is gone) And n***as don't know that I'm a Westside rider, rider (And if I catch you slippin, yo a** is gone) You get your a** bumped by the Eastside rider, rider (And if I catch you trippin, yo a** is gone) And get your a** f**ed by the Westside rider, rider (And if I catch you slippin, that a** is gone) [VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son] Skatin down the 110, it's hot as f** Khakis on crease, pavements f**ed up my Chucks Flossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp bangin Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood's out hangin Glock on my hip, n***a, Westside gees Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d's Cavi-a** gangsta, nickel-plate-packer Mark-a**-subtracter, anybody-blaster I'm bouts to put that a** in a lynch Marinate that a** on the curb like a b**h Rhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I'ma getcha Yeah, and let these nine slugs get witcha Dippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain't nothin nice A gangsta down to put that a** on some ice I'm posted with the info aimed at your temple It's simple for I to throw up Westside [Chorus] [VERSE 3: Young Prod] On a mission dippin, ratatat like that Desert Eagle eager to lay yo a** down flat For my scratch, knockin n***as out like I was Michael Mack-10 got n***as' brains blowin in the wind Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky On the d-l don't love em cause n***as been tryin to jack me Stackin ends, fetti, a n***a get ready to roll Park the bucket, f** it, n***a get ready to stroll Walkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eye Wanted to low-ride so I tried To sell cavi but sh** was too slow So now I'm lookin for that fo'-do' lo-lo Slow mo' West coast rider Eastsider I'ma put it inside ya when I find ya I'm behind ya and you're kinda scared So be prepared, or shake the spot if you're scared [Chorus] [cutting up of]