Lyrics Bring It On - South Central Cartel

Bring It On

I pledge allegiance to the muthafuckin streets of South Central
And for the gangsta shit for which it stands
7 criminals under god with a fuckin A-K
For no justice is served
So it’s spray-day
'N Gatz We Trust muthafuckas
(Havoc)
19−19−199 muthafuckin' 3
Yeah on your muthafuckin' ass nigga
Takin' 'em to the other muthafuckin' level nigga
To you PROD'
(Prodeje)
I’m from a hood where the niggas never fuck around
They kick your muthafuckin ass if you try to clown
The Cartel got the moves of a muthafuckin gangsta
So run up and get bankrupt
I tried to flip my last shit
But other brothers started trippin on my click bitch
And you know I don’t play that
Homies doin drive-byes for the payback
Yeah, you didn’t think I knew my shit yes
You never saw me
And figured I was fakin on the G-ness
But bring it on and I’mma flip your monkey ass into a coma
With shitty-ass drawers all on ya
Showing strength in tha 9−3
Rollin deep as the figure hoes cock on the one way
Comin up all rowdy
Slangin these thangs cause the nigga live foully
Snipin one time from my roof cause I hate parks pigs
On the slap pullin off hoe’s wigs
One time for a O. G
The 87's gettin down with the S. C
90's, 60's, Grape Street’s
East Coast and the block G’s, Hoover Crips and the 40's
School Yard, Shotgun, Avalon too
Won’t sleep on the S.C.C.
crew
And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic’s wanna choose this
The Bounty Hunters and the Ru’s, bitch
Wanna rock with the show-no
Let 'em know South Central jumpin off with a new touch
The Cartel still funky
Kickin more ass than a pissed-off donkey
All about the truce if you ain’t down nigga shut the fuck up and listen
And let a true nigga keep pinchin
Rhymes on the real while you weak-weaks drop like a pebble
We take it to another damn level
Bring it on, bring it on, we take it to the other level
Bring it on, bring it on, muthafucka
(Havikk)
Locs still rollin deep niggaro so here we go
Crease the khakis hit the muthafuckin Figuero
I’m from a city muthafuckas better bring it on
And mafiatic muthafuckas get they clown on
Cause that gangsta rhyme has got you goin in circles
The Grape Street sport purple
Chillin in the hood with the 90's
The Front Streets, Back Streets and the 30's
Santanas got the shit muthafuckas can’t fuck with
So when the Kitchens roll, yo it’s all about truce bitch
Hoes jock cause I’m jockable
Try to ride the Havikkal dick but my dick’s not ridable
P.J.'s, 43's don’t trip, comin G cool
Keep a Glock for a dumb fool
The 64's drop low
The Fruit Towns, Villains and the Swans actin loc’d
Long Beach, Main Street, Raymonds, Inglewood and don’t forget Compton
Tragniew done keep stompin
S.C.C.
bail deep, 18's get they mob on
The Broadways don’t sleep holmes
Kelly Park, Lime Hood be down with the real shit
And Tree Top don’t play bitch
And if you figure I’m a so-so
Bring your ass to my hood: 92nd Street and Figuero
Inglewood’s pack Glocks
Swamps gettin lit on the Compton blocks
99's down for the kill, one time muthafuckers can’t creep
83's done put that ass on sleep
The 87 gangstas, the West Coast headbangers
East Side wallstreet slangers
And Jordan Downs wanna rock with my crew
Let’s bring the shit together with the red and the blue (peace)
Cause Lantana, Atlantic Drivers breakin niggas off quick G
They gettin funky with the S. C
(Havikk)
Muthafuckin Rhimeson is here
And I wanna say peace to all the Crips and Bloods all over the muthafuckin world
(Prodeje)
All you muthafuckas down with the truece
All the Ese’s, all the muthafuckin Cholos down with South Central
(Havoc)
To all you true ass gangstas, stay together
Cause the S.C.C.
has got peace and love for ya
(Havikk)
Yeah I wanna give a shout to the Front Street, the Back Street
The Bluegate Mafia and the Hustler Nation
Peace out from the Murder Squad
(DJ Gripp)
Straight out
Yo I wanna give a shout out to all my niggas in the pen