作词 : Calvin, Patterson, West 1st S.C.C. came at your ass with 'South Central Madness' Some of them mutha*******as didn't wanna give us our side respect Now S.C.C. doin they *******t South Central style [Havikk The Rhime Son] Biggedy-bang! I let your ****** brain hit the concrete And jiggedy-jock your ****** ass into dog meat South Central Cartel gives a ******* so it's mayhem A laceration of your ass limp 7 bold mutha*******as with a G-swing A G-thang on your ass like a dawg, mayn Playback-******* 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 mutha****** bone straight towards your dome *******s thought I was a no-no a ****** so-so Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc Hoes jock real *******s, I guess they figure Real *******s take notes,*******t,get the picture 9-3 is the terrior callin a ?Paul-bearin? I'm khaki-suited and your ******* is tearin Put your ass in a skillet Peel your ****** cap back Pull out my ******* and piss all in it I got a scoap that'll buck a mutha*******a from a mile ******* And I do it South Central Style [Chorus x2] Do it S.C. Do it S.C. Mutha*******a do it South Central style (mutha*******a) [Prodeje] Brakin mutha*******as off quicker S.C.'s back ******* But now it's time to paint another picture I'm killin a ******* with my Nina Buck to your damn dome I told you mutha*******as 'bring it on!' Cause real *******s ain't sleeping And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-butt mutha*******as cry The other level of a Die Hard Duckin the buckshots and pull them mutha*******as like a Hoe-card Played *******, get ****** up Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough Weak *******s can't fade this A born killer the *******t you be seein in a thriller But 'Chucky' won't die 'Chucky' won't die ******* A find a poor mutha*******a and I kill it And while you die I survive Then creep on another hoe And drop his ass like a '64 It's just a G-thang *******s straight street-bang You either hang with a gang or you **** slang Bandanas on my ass [???] and a Nine G That's how I do it in the S.C. [Chorus x2] [L.V.speakin] [Havikk The Rhime Son] We do it like a G cause we're loc'd And *******'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 *******s off with a new twist The Cartel ain't for bustas Stinky ******* ******* Who only want a ******* for the riches Only the real know the deal So the real *******s stay down And let the punk *******s get clowned The county blues never stop *******t Eastside Hoo-ridin mutah*******as on load clips Rat-a-tat mutha******* 'em I can't wait to cross 'em A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em Put a ******* deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer And body-bag them mutha****** skeezer Yeah, I told you stupid mutha*******as I was rollin I'm on your ass like a cancer on a colon Put *******s in a meat wagon My pants keep saggin 187 on the grand dragon Khakied up with my fingers on the mutha****** trigger I do it S.C. style ******* [Chorus x2]
作词 : Calvin, Patterson, West 1st S.C.C. came at your ass with 'South Central Madness' Some of them mutha*******as didn't wanna give us our side respect Now S.C.C. doin they *******t South Central style [Havikk The Rhime Son] Biggedy-bang! I let your ****** brain hit the concrete And jiggedy-jock your ****** ass into dog meat South Central Cartel gives a ******* so it's mayhem A laceration of your ass limp 7 bold mutha*******as with a G-swing A G-thang on your ass like a dawg, mayn Playback-******* 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 mutha****** bone straight towards your dome *******s thought I was a no-no a ****** so-so Tryin to float -oh no, you better duck loc Hoes jock real *******s, I guess they figure Real *******s take notes,*******t,get the picture 9-3 is the terrior callin a ?Paul-bearin? I'm khaki-suited and your ******* is tearin Put your ass in a skillet Peel your ****** cap back Pull out my ******* and piss all in it I got a scoap that'll buck a mutha*******a from a mile ******* And I do it South Central Style [Chorus x2] Do it S.C. Do it S.C. Mutha*******a do it South Central style (mutha*******a) [Prodeje] Brakin mutha*******as off quicker S.C.'s back ******* But now it's time to paint another picture I'm killin a ******* with my Nina Buck to your damn dome I told you mutha*******as 'bring it on!' Cause real *******s ain't sleeping And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-butt mutha*******as cry The other level of a Die Hard Duckin the buckshots and pull them mutha*******as like a Hoe-card Played *******, get ****** up Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough Weak *******s can't fade this A born killer the *******t you be seein in a thriller But 'Chucky' won't die 'Chucky' won't die ******* A find a poor mutha*******a and I kill it And while you die I survive Then creep on another hoe And drop his ass like a '64 It's just a G-thang *******s straight street-bang You either hang with a gang or you **** slang Bandanas on my ass [???] and a Nine G That's how I do it in the S.C. [Chorus x2] [L.V.speakin] [Havikk The Rhime Son] We do it like a G cause we're loc'd And *******'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 *******s off with a new twist The Cartel ain't for bustas Stinky ******* ******* Who only want a ******* for the riches Only the real know the deal So the real *******s stay down And let the punk *******s get clowned The county blues never stop *******t Eastside Hoo-ridin mutah*******as on load clips Rat-a-tat mutha******* 'em I can't wait to cross 'em A G on a set 'Prod buck 'em Put a ******* deep in a whole where it's cold as a freezer And body-bag them mutha****** skeezer Yeah, I told you stupid mutha*******as I was rollin I'm on your ass like a cancer on a colon Put *******s in a meat wagon My pants keep saggin 187 on the grand dragon Khakied up with my fingers on the mutha****** trigger I do it S.C. style ******* [Chorus x2]
