Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do It SC Style, artist - South Central Cartel. Album song 'N Gatz We Truss, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Do It SC Style |
First S.C.C. |
came at your ass with 'South Central Madness' |
Some of them muthafuckas didn’t wanna give us our side respect |
Now S.C.C. |
doing they shit South Central style |
(Havikk The Rhime Son) |
Biggedy-bang! |
I let your fuckin brain hit the concrete |
And jiggedy-jock your fuckin ass into dog meat |
South Central Cartel gives a fuck so it’s mayhem |
A laceration of your ass limp |
7 bold muthafuckas with a G-swing |
A G-thang on your ass like a dawg, mayn |
Playback-nigga chalk that |
Get your ass rat-packed |
With Glock lead in your nutt sacks |
I’m Hoo-ridin like Tyson -I guess it’s on |
To brake a muthafuckin bone straight towards your dome |
Niggas thought I was a no-no a fuckin so-so |
Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc |
Hoes jock real niggas, I guess they figure |
Real niggas take notes, shit, get the picture |
9−3 is the terrior callin a? |
Paul-bearin? |
I’m khaki-suited and your bitch is tearin |
Put your ass in a skillet |
Peel your fuckin cap back |
Pull out my dick and piss all in it |
I got a scoap that’ll buck a muthafucka from a mile bitch |
And I do it South Central Style |
Do it S. C |
Do it S. C |
Muthafucka do it South Central style (muthafucka) |
(Prodeje) |
Brakin muthafuckas off quicker |
S.C.'s back bitch |
But now it’s time to paint another picture |
I’m killin a nigga with my Nina |
Buck to your damn dome |
I told you muthafuckas 'bring it on!' |
Cause real niggas ain’t sleeping |
And O.G.'s don’t die and only poof-butt muthafuckas cry |
The other level of a Die Hard |
Duckin the buckshots and pull them muthafuckas like a Ho-card |
Played pussy, get fucked up |
Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough |
Weak niggas can’t fade this |
A born killer the shit you be seein in a thriller |
But 'Chucky' won’t die 'Chucky' won’t die bitch |
A find a poor muthafucka and I kill it |
And while you die I survive |
Then creep on another ho |
And drop his ass like a '64 |
It’s just a G-thang niggas straight street-bang |
You either hang with a gang or you dope slang |
Bandanas on my ass ??? |
and a Nine G |
That’s how I do it in the S. C |
(L.V.speakin) |
(Havikk The Rhime Son) |
We do it like a G cause we’re loc’d |
And nigga’s outta line |
??? |
to get they punk-ass smoked |
I give 'em the backs cause it’s like this |
In '93 I’m brakin the niggas off with a new twist |
The Cartel ain’t for bustas |
Stinky cock bitches |
Who only want a nigga for the riches |
Only the real know the deal |
So the real niggas stay down |
And let the punk niggas get clowned |
The county blues never stop shit |
Eastside Hoo-ridin mutahfuckas on load clips |
Rat-a-tat muthafuck 'em |
I can’t wait to cross 'em |
A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em |
Put a nigga deep in a whole where it’s cold as a freezer |
And body-bag them muthafuckin skeezer |
Yeah, I told you stupid muthafuckas I was rollin |
I’m on your ass like a cancer on a colon |
Put niggas in a meat wagon |
My pants keep saggin |
187 on the grand dragon |
Khakied up with my fingers on the muthafuckin trigger |
I do it S.C. style nigga |