South Central Cartel - Stay Out Da Hood lyrics

90-Motherf**in-4, n***a South Central Cartel Comin at cho a** like this, b**h 90-motherf**in 4 n***a Another motherf**er floatin in a f**in river I'm creepin on that a** with the glock on yo block Leavin your brains marinatin', 9 slugs k**in off Satan Die n*gga n*gga, die n*gga n*gga die b**h Another skull gettin crushed by a lunatic I'm blowin motherf**ers domes till the year 2000, oh 187 on your a** hoe Motherf**ers keep slippin The slugs keep rippin through that a** when I'm trippin My mind's all f**ed, and I'm evil as a God damn nut on c**aine Khaki's hangin low, kickin G slang So bring it on, and I'mma screw ya like a hot hoe 6 feet stiff as f** for the 9-4 Havikk's got your a** in the scope G Another k**in' by the k**a from the SC [CHORUS] Stay out my hood motherf**er cause you ain't sh** I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b**h Stay out my hood motherf**er cause you ain't sh** I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b**h A n***a gettin wrecked from the S.C. rollin with the Cartel And a** holes gettin ripped as the G's bail Goin off like a light switch f** a b**h, its your money or your motherf**in a** kicked Gettin rough on a G.O. One time's tryin to slang young n***az like a kilo But its on for the whoo ride And the motherf**er slippin is the motherf**er frizznied A lil knucklehead, n***az gettin ready G My kinda positives to you is negativity But now the prod is even odder so I couldn't give a mad f** I'll leave your a** in tha bag bucked Its hard times on the back streets Graveyard's one hop and a skip for an O.G. And if I'm goin out someone's goin wit me I know that many motherf**ers down with P Its gonna buck in the process Motherf**ers gettin clowned in my hood with the ruthless I give a f** cause I'm sick, I'm the f**in grim reapor Comin through your hood with a street sweeper [CHORUS] Knee deep in yo a** fool That backstreet graveyard sh** ain't gone never stop South Central Cartel, motherf**ers for the 90 motherf**in fizzno Mindless a motherf**ers spineless, and brain dead I'm co*kin a glock, I'm leavin your blood in your mom's bed A psycho n***a with the trigger finger itchin for Another pull another hearse, another funeral Mom's story had to be a G from the old school And very stupid motherf**ers tryin to be cool Put a n***a in his grave Wrap him up and ship him, over f**in seas, 86ing You want chuckie motherf**ies can you dodge it? SC to the C fina ride b**h OG's whoo ridin little locs causin ruckus If ya n***az try ta buck us I figure to clown you motherf**ers cause its simple Drop his monkey a** like a 4 up in the central n***az still chillin up at the park pumpin steel Shootin hoops, crack, yeah the whole f**in deal Only regulatin no petitious n***az needed And if you talkin sh**, motherf**er you deleted You gotta be a G if you're rollin with the real And homies watch yo a** for the motherf**in k** n***az gettin clowned yeah f**in with the ruthless n***az just heartless, straight up menace Runnin with the glock down your motherf**in block Pop pop pop now a motherf**ers dropped, b**h [CHORUS]