South Central Cartel - Do It SC Style Lyrics

[Havoc]
1st S.C.C. came at your ass with 'South Central Madness'
Some of them muthaf*ckas didn't wanna give us our side respect
Now S.C.C. doin they shit South Central style

[Havikk The Rhime Son]
Biggedy-bang!
I let your f*ckin brain hit the concrete
And jiggedy-jock your f*ckin ass into dog meat
South Central Cartel gives a f*ck so it's mayhem
A laceration of your ass limp
7 bold muthaf*ckas 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 muthaf*ckin bone straight towards your dome
Niggas thought I was a no-no a f*ckin 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 f*ckin cap back
Pull out my dick and piss all in it
I got a scoap that'll buck a muthaf*cka from a mile bitch
And I do it South Central Style

[Chorus x2]
Do it S.C.
Do it S.C.
Muthaf*cka do it South Central style (muthaf*cka)

[Prodeje]
Brakin muthaf*ckas 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 muthaf*ckas 'bring it on!'
Cause real niggas ain't sleeping
And O.G.'s don't die and only poof-butt muthaf*ckas cry
The other level of a Die Hard
Duckin the buckshots and pull them muthaf*ckas like a Hoe-card
Played pussy, get f*cked 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 muthaf*cka 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 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.

[Chorus x2]

[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 mutahf*ckas on load clips
Rat-a-tat muthaf*ck '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 muthaf*ckin skeezer
Yeah, I told you stupid muthaf*ckas 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 muthaf*ckin trigger
I do it S.C. style nigga

[Chorus x2]