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south central cartel - w.c. rocks كلمات الأغنية

[ young prod ]
what’s up
cartel representin for all the real n-gg-s that represent from both coasts
east and west, n-gg-, like that
to all you b-tch–ss n-gg-s dissin this gangsta sh-t
f-ck y’all, no love
what’s up, treach, kay gee, vin-rock
youknowmsayin, puttin it down
ill and al skratch
all the west coast homies
knowmsayin?
let’s rock

[ young prod ]
i felt the slaughter and thought i oughta rip off n-gg-s’ faces
interphase my razorblades, cause this is gangsta
collapse perhaps when a strap split you between your eyes
40mm infrared beams, homicides
.45’s, .44 desert eagles to the skies
tec-9s, mac-10s, the biggest to the smallest size
and i ride these ghetto streets when i’m high
l.a.c., s.c.c. d.o.g. and that’s right
i put that on my mama, i hears the drama from the b-tch coast
killer, better feel a realer n-gg- from the west coast
now just suppose you was on the west coast
and you got caught up in the drama with the baby locs
you say it ain’t real, but now you’re feelin like a hoe
cause a n-gg- 13 done knocked yo -ss to the flo’
[ rhimeson ]
now n-gg-, what’s happenin, it’s the cavi and the gee that c-ride
my chest full of that doja, finna slug, hittin the thai
the hen got a n-gg- brain cells on nutty
come with a tec, roll in a bucket, broke as f-ck, yellin “f-ck it!”
i’m hittin n-gg-s up as i swerve down your block
yellin “cartel”, yo westside rider, it don’t stop
put a slug in a n-gg-‘s -ss like a c
knock him off like a d, beatin his -ss like a tree
rhimeson regulatin more blocks than fort knox
i’m the baddest batter parlayin clippin up yo blocks
drop-top storin glocks, and if the battery’s hot, it’s on
brigades that ice-skates and put marks in funeral homes
the g sh-t won’t quit, loc, as we dip through
loadin clips, fool, for your whole crew, yellin “f-ck you!”
gangstas, teams leavin hoes and toes frozen
tags in teams rollin and casket doors closin

[ chorus ]
[ young prod ]
west coast n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck
so when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us
peepin how you’re dissin, sayin our missions ain’t real
but when the cartel’s through, you b-tch–ss n-gg-s we gon’ still…

(eastside n-gg-s, westside n-gg-s)
now we finna show you how the west coast rocks
(westside n-gg-s, eastside n-gg-s)
now we finna show you how the west coast rocks

[ prode’je ]
like cube i’ma show you how the west coast rocks
put the clips in the glocks and let em go pop-pop
eastsider, s.c.g.’s, the representers of the gory
keep talkin that sh-t, you catch a flurry
i bury m-th-f-ckas, they call me buckus, not f-ckus
but i’m quick to put a rush on all you bustas
enough is enough is, now who’s the f-ckin roughest
the toughest, and in the end, who’s gonna need the crutches?
i said it once before, and i respect the realer n-gg-s
the realer n-gg-s pullin killer-triggas on the iggas
it figures, cause who’s the bigger n-gg-s when it’s payday?
we parlay and give the props to n-gg-s and what they say
it’s okay, cause gangstas movin deeper to the m-sses
others kissin -sses, we comin with the blastes
we smashes, and kickin at your -sses like some stress is
the gangstas puttin it down for the pound where the west is
[ young prod ]
when i’m in a low-low rollin slow mo’ to the east
i be a thief like coolio and roll with 40 thevz
gees in the backseat, clippin up the heat
i’m leanin out the window, dumpin n-gg-s yellin “peace!”
release hollow-points, splittin between your joints
shots explode, eyes close, n-gg-s get my point
west coast n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck
so when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us
peepin how you’re dissin, sayin our missions ain’t real
but when the cartel’s through, you b-tch–ss n-gg-s we gon’ still…

(eastside n-gg-s, westside n-gg-s)
now we finna show you how the west coast rocks
(westside n-gg-s, eastside n-gg-s)
now we finna show you how the west coast rocks

[? ]
now i came through the do’, i said it befo’
it’s all about that west coast flow and the .44
so get a grip, n-gg-s dissin best to listen
f-ck all you hooks, and i ain’t talkin about fishin
got this mission that i’m completin, and n-gg-s that i’m deletin
and i’m heatin up your block with the tec and the infrared glock
servin n-gg-s with mac-10 triggers
the bigger the n-gg- size, the bigger the hole he lies in
cause that’s the lifestyle i’m livin, so i express it in my raps
for snaps and collapse fools with the straps
perhaps the west coast is too hardcore
kickin down your front do’ with the infrared .44
like [name], but on a mission for props
everybody hit the flo’, no beef no mo’
[? ]
n-gg-, don’t expect for us to let that sh-t ride on this side
yeah, you’re safe at home, but over here you best to hide
i’m capable of servin n-gg-s problems with my heater
i’m down to put the strap down to let my fist met ya
n-gg-s don’t want no problems now, n-gg-, you will get broke down
n-gg-, you find yourself dead on the? bound
cause i get so hot, n-gg-s, you cannot stop me
west coast comin hard, so your -ss best to copy
sloppy–ss marks, y’all don’t wanna see me
i throw heat on your -ss and bust a cap, cause it’s easy
keep it real

[ chorus ]

- south central cartel

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