South Central Cartel - Stay Out Da Hood Lyrics

90-Motherf*ckin-4, nigga
South Central Cartel
Comin at cho ass like this, bitch

90-motherf*ckin 4 nigga
Another motherf*cker floatin in a f*ckin river
I'm creepin on that ass with the glock on yo block
Leavin your brains marinatin', 9 slugs killin off Satan
Die nigga nigga, die nigga nigga die bitch
Another skull gettin crushed by a lunatic
I'm blowin motherf*ckers domes till the year 2000, oh
187 on your ass hoe
Motherf*ckers keep slippin
The slugs keep rippin through that ass when I'm trippin
My mind's all f*cked, and I'm evil as a God damn nut on cocaine
Khaki's hangin low, kickin G slang
So bring it on, and I'mma screw ya like a hot hoe
6 feet stiff as f*ck for the 9-4
Havikk's got your ass in the scope G
Another killin' by the killa from the SC

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Stay out my hood motherf*cker cause you ain't shit
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock bitch
Stay out my hood motherf*cker cause you ain't shit
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock bitch

A nigga gettin wrecked from the S.C. rollin with the Cartel
And ass holes gettin ripped as the G's bail
Goin off like a light switch
F*ck a bitch, its your money or your motherf*ckin ass kicked
Gettin rough on a G.O.
One time's tryin to slang young niggaz like a kilo
But its on for the whoo ride
And the motherf*cker slippin is the motherf*cker frizznied
A lil knucklehead, niggaz gettin ready G
My kinda positives to you is negativity
But now the prod is even odder so I couldn't give a mad f*ck
I'll leave your ass in tha bag bucked
Its hard times on the back streets
Graveyard's one hop and a skip for an O.G.
And if I'm goin out someone's goin wit me
I know that many motherf*ckers down with P
Its gonna buck in the process
Motherf*ckers gettin clowned in my hood with the ruthless
I give a f*ck cause I'm sick, I'm the f*ckin grim reapor
Comin through your hood with a street sweeper

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Knee deep in yo ass fool
That backstreet graveyard shit ain't gone never stop
South Central Cartel, motherf*ckers for the 90 motherf*ckin fizzno
Mindless a motherf*ckers spineless, and brain dead
I'm cockin a glock, I'm leavin your blood in your mom's bed
A psycho nigga with the trigger finger itchin for
Another pull another hearse, another funeral
Mom's story had to be a G from the old school
And very stupid motherf*ckers tryin to be cool
Put a nigga in his grave
Wrap him up and ship him, over f*ckin seas, 86ing
You want chuckie motherf*ckies can you dodge it?
SC to the C fina ride bitch
OG's whoo ridin little locs causin ruckus
If ya niggaz try ta buck us

I figure to clown you motherf*ckers cause its simple
Drop his monkey ass like a 4 up in the central
Niggaz still chillin up at the park pumpin steel
Shootin hoops, crack, yeah the whole f*ckin deal
Only regulatin no petitious niggaz needed
And if you talkin shit, motherf*cker you deleted
You gotta be a G if you're rollin with the real
And homies watch yo ass for the motherf*ckin kill
Niggaz gettin clowned yeah f*ckin with the ruthless
Niggaz just heartless, straight up menace
Runnin with the glock down your motherf*ckin block
Pop pop pop now a motherf*ckers dropped, bitch

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