South Central Cartel - Do it S.C. Style lyrics

(Havoc) First 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. doing 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) 2x 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 Ho-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 ho 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) 2x (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) 2x