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  • 作词 : Calvin, Patterson, Pitts, West
    Oh man, where my keys at man?
    I can't find my keys
    We're havin a problem with these old bustas out in the Central
    Oh, here they go
    Let's roll
    [YOUNG PROD:]
    Bow to the wow yippie-yo into the yeain
    I can swing my sack really though I ain't playin
    It's Young Prod with the S.C.C.
    Breakin 'em off like a G.E. from the S.C. flee
    (We're on a mission this is how we do it
    Grey 6-4 on gold D's we them bluest)
    Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it's good
    All good for me cause I got him for a G
    (It's that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta)
    (9-3 jetter - I.O.U. letter)
    I don't give a mother-mad (huh) like a 17 switches
    Gettin riches and gettin rid of *****es
    Prod what you hittin for
    (Two Tec-9's a safe full of money and a life of hard times)
    Trigga-happy-pappy yo it's me
    So never fade the better from a young-ass G
    Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
    Suckas step up and he slip when I bank ya
    The homie don't try to fade
    If you can't hang with a young-ass G
    From the hood where the yay' slangs flee
    Rollin down the block
    Rollin non-stop
    Rollin in my '64 and I keep it drop...
    Mobbin' down the block with the Glock
    Got the 16 shots for the crooked-ass cop
    Gots to be a true G see me later as I creep
    Mausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleep
    So tippy-tippy-toe as I float through the hood in my 4
    Job-top-D's punk please (oh no)
    G slidin' down tha block with the Glock cocked
    Feelin' bigger picture Rhimeson droppin non-stop
    Hits for the streets as I groove like a G
    Hollow point tips in the cut playin' low key
    You got the (1-2-3) for the set
    Bend that ass over I'ma stuff it with the jet
    Yeah, I hang around like herpes and tricks wanna slurp me
    The Glock 10 is puttin in work G
    Havikk from the C be a G with this N-U-T's
    Hangin strong like a tree
    Fool, so flee from, it's a C thang a G thang
    Chronic all day (AK) goin insane
    Droppin punks in the mud make his blood die the rug
    In the hood where it's good cause I gets love
    [Chorus...]
    [HAVOC:]
    Yeah this is how the S.C.C. do they ****
    In the '94
    Yeah, 'In-Gatz-We-Trust-Style' on your ass
    Murder Squad 4 life, fools
    [PRODEJE:]
    Break 'em off quicker with the trigger
    Throw 'em in the river
    Dip thru the hood while you figure
    Why must I be like this
    Is it cause I'm ruthless
    Naw, gotta show 'em how I do this
    Up in the mornin
    Everybody sleep
    While you countin sheep Prodeje is on the creep
    Because I got the fever for the flavour
    I got to get my wage to keep my car phone and my pager
    I'm hittin' licks on the backstreets
    Gotta get some gold thangs cause I wanna get fat freaks
    Not the fat like a fat but the fat like a popper
    That take ya to the 'tel for the popper
    In the hood's where it's good
    Let's make it understood I love the damned hood like my wood
    G's hangin long like my family jewels
    On the corners with the Ides mad-doggin the fools
    Yeah, that gangsta rhyme has got me goin in circles
    So you should be awakin like hearshal
    It ain't nuthin goin on but the buck life bang
    But in the hood's where the G's hang
    [Chorus...]
    L.V.
    'S.C.THANG', IT AIN'T THE SAME THANG
  • 作词 : Calvin, Patterson, Pitts, West
    Oh man, where my keys at man?
    I can't find my keys
    We're havin a problem with these old bustas out in the Central
    Oh, here they go
    Let's roll
    [YOUNG PROD:]
    Bow to the wow yippie-yo into the yeain
    I can swing my sack really though I ain't playin
    It's Young Prod with the S.C.C.
    Breakin 'em off like a G.E. from the S.C. flee
    (We're on a mission this is how we do it
    Grey 6-4 on gold D's we them bluest)
    Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it's good
    All good for me cause I got him for a G
    (It's that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta)
    (9-3 jetter - I.O.U. letter)
    I don't give a mother-mad (huh) like a 17 switches
    Gettin riches and gettin rid of *****es
    Prod what you hittin for
    (Two Tec-9's a safe full of money and a life of hard times)
    Trigga-happy-pappy yo it's me
    So never fade the better from a young-ass G
    Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
    Suckas step up and he slip when I bank ya
    The homie don't try to fade
    If you can't hang with a young-ass G
    From the hood where the yay' slangs flee
    Rollin down the block
    Rollin non-stop
    Rollin in my '64 and I keep it drop...
    Mobbin' down the block with the Glock
    Got the 16 shots for the crooked-ass cop
    Gots to be a true G see me later as I creep
    Mausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleep
    So tippy-tippy-toe as I float through the hood in my 4
    Job-top-D's punk please (oh no)
    G slidin' down tha block with the Glock cocked
    Feelin' bigger picture Rhimeson droppin non-stop
    Hits for the streets as I groove like a G
    Hollow point tips in the cut playin' low key
    You got the (1-2-3) for the set
    Bend that ass over I'ma stuff it with the jet
    Yeah, I hang around like herpes and tricks wanna slurp me
    The Glock 10 is puttin in work G
    Havikk from the C be a G with this N-U-T's
    Hangin strong like a tree
    Fool, so flee from, it's a C thang a G thang
    Chronic all day (AK) goin insane
    Droppin punks in the mud make his blood die the rug
    In the hood where it's good cause I gets love
    [Chorus...]
    [HAVOC:]
    Yeah this is how the S.C.C. do they ****
    In the '94
    Yeah, 'In-Gatz-We-Trust-Style' on your ass
    Murder Squad 4 life, fools
    [PRODEJE:]
    Break 'em off quicker with the trigger
    Throw 'em in the river
    Dip thru the hood while you figure
    Why must I be like this
    Is it cause I'm ruthless
    Naw, gotta show 'em how I do this
    Up in the mornin
    Everybody sleep
    While you countin sheep Prodeje is on the creep
    Because I got the fever for the flavour
    I got to get my wage to keep my car phone and my pager
    I'm hittin' licks on the backstreets
    Gotta get some gold thangs cause I wanna get fat freaks
    Not the fat like a fat but the fat like a popper
    That take ya to the 'tel for the popper
    In the hood's where it's good
    Let's make it understood I love the damned hood like my wood
    G's hangin long like my family jewels
    On the corners with the Ides mad-doggin the fools
    Yeah, that gangsta rhyme has got me goin in circles
    So you should be awakin like hearshal
    It ain't nuthin goin on but the buck life bang
    But in the hood's where the G's hang
    [Chorus...]
    L.V.
    'S.C.THANG', IT AIN'T THE SAME THANG