4 Yo Ear 歌词
| 歌曲 | 4 Yo Ear |
| 歌手 | South Central Cartel |
| 专辑 | All Day Everyday |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alexander, Allen, Bynum ... | |
| S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good | |
| Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus | |
| [?] rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| [VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son] | |
| Dippin down yo block, battery's hot in a rag deuce | |
| Flossin on threes, gold d's for my gees | |
| Slidin [?] dub skatin evil as I swerve | |
| Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb | |
| Easin through the hood, scope the scenery | |
| Fiendin for the greenery | |
| Gotta stack a end as I bend | |
| North on the 'Shaw past the one-time flossin | |
| Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he's walkin | |
| Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank | |
| Switch the CD as I fire up the dank | |
| Oh thank God I'm a rider, Rhime Son be | |
| Yo, that gee from the Carte... | |
| With pockets on swoll' and the caviar's callin me | |
| And niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me | |
| Punk-ass busters wanna show me, they flexin | |
| Parks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good | |
| [VERSE 2: Prodje'je] | |
| Once again it's on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d | |
| Open up a new [?] | |
| The [?] is in my deck and it's rockin | |
| Shockin, hoes wanna pose but I'm knockin | |
| Boots as I swoops down the 91 West | |
| Yes, I gots to wear a bullet-proof vest | |
| Fools wanna trip so I trip back on em | |
| Fuck they ass up till they hoes don't want em | |
| I'm on em, the Eastside gees and the P | |
| At ease, you don't wanna fuck with these | |
| And we'se the malice, careless muthafuckas | |
| Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers | |
| My knockers holdin shit down like the underground | |
| (We'll make you go round and round) | |
| So now I'm callin up my crew | |
| And what you gonna do | |
| When you see the niggas in blue | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good | |
| Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus | |
| [?] rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| [VERSE 3: Droop & Twin] | |
| One mo' time through yo hood and mines | |
| You're walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes | |
| And verses, sleepin off in hearses | |
| Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses | |
| With verses, we ain't in this game for the fame | |
| We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane | |
| Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in '96 | |
| Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks | |
| Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain | |
| Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain | |
| It ain't no thing to be a in-the-cut rider | |
| And it ain't no thing to be a black godfather | |
| Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6 | |
| With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks | |
| Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I'm a rider | |
| With my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider | |
| [OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece] | |
| Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel | |
| Who done earned his stripes | |
| Bumpin "Flashlight" | |
| Tryin to get rich like Richie | |
| [ ] through my city | |
| [CHORUS: repeated till fade] | |
| S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good | |
| Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus | |
| [?] rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin |
| zuo ci : Alexander, Allen, Bynum ... | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son | |
| Dippin down yo block, battery' s hot in a rag deuce | |
| Flossin on threes, gold d' s for my gees | |
| Slidin ? dub skatin evil as I swerve | |
| Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb | |
| Easin through the hood, scope the scenery | |
| Fiendin for the greenery | |
| Gotta stack a end as I bend | |
| North on the ' Shaw past the onetime flossin | |
| Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he' s walkin | |
| Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank | |
| Switch the CD as I fire up the dank | |
| Oh thank God I' m a rider, Rhime Son be | |
| Yo, that gee from the Carte... | |
| With pockets on swoll' and the caviar' s callin me | |
| And niggas maddoggin me bringin out the hog in me | |
| Punkass busters wanna show me, they flexin | |
| Parks my sixdeuce as I jumps in my Lexus | |
| CHORUS | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| VERSE 2: Prodje' je | |
| Once again it' s on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d | |
| Open up a new ? | |
| The ? is in my deck and it' s rockin | |
| Shockin, hoes wanna pose but I' m knockin | |
| Boots as I swoops down the 91 West | |
| Yes, I gots to wear a bulletproof vest | |
| Fools wanna trip so I trip back on em | |
| Fuck they ass up till they hoes don' t want em | |
| I' m on em, the Eastside gees and the P | |
| At ease, you don' t wanna fuck with these | |
| And we' se the malice, careless muthafuckas | |
| Puttin poohputs in a jammie like Smuckers | |
| My knockers holdin shit down like the underground | |
| We' ll make you go round and round | |
| So now I' m callin up my crew | |
| And what you gonna do | |
| When you see the niggas in blue | |
| CHORUS | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| VERSE 3: Droop Twin | |
| One mo' time through yo hood and mines | |
| You' re walkin thin lines on these bombass rhymes | |
| And verses, sleepin off in hearses | |
| Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses | |
| With verses, we ain' t in this game for the fame | |
| We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane | |
| Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in ' 96 | |
| Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks | |
| Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain | |
| Stressin out your frame like you got SlimFast on your brain | |
| It ain' t no thing to be a inthecut rider | |
| And it ain' t no thing to be a black godfather | |
| Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6 | |
| With some baggyass pants and some bombass kicks | |
| Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I' m a rider | |
| With my nigga Droop be O. G. Westsider | |
| OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece | |
| Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel | |
| Who done earned his stripes | |
| Bumpin " Flashlight" | |
| Tryin to get rich like Richie | |
| through my city | |
| CHORUS: repeated till fade | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin |
| zuò cí : Alexander, Allen, Bynum ... | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son | |
| Dippin down yo block, battery' s hot in a rag deuce | |
| Flossin on threes, gold d' s for my gees | |
| Slidin ? dub skatin evil as I swerve | |
| Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb | |
| Easin through the hood, scope the scenery | |
| Fiendin for the greenery | |
| Gotta stack a end as I bend | |
| North on the ' Shaw past the onetime flossin | |
| Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he' s walkin | |
| Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank | |
| Switch the CD as I fire up the dank | |
| Oh thank God I' m a rider, Rhime Son be | |
| Yo, that gee from the Carte... | |
| With pockets on swoll' and the caviar' s callin me | |
| And niggas maddoggin me bringin out the hog in me | |
| Punkass busters wanna show me, they flexin | |
| Parks my sixdeuce as I jumps in my Lexus | |
| CHORUS | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| VERSE 2: Prodje' je | |
| Once again it' s on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d | |
| Open up a new ? | |
| The ? is in my deck and it' s rockin | |
| Shockin, hoes wanna pose but I' m knockin | |
| Boots as I swoops down the 91 West | |
| Yes, I gots to wear a bulletproof vest | |
| Fools wanna trip so I trip back on em | |
| Fuck they ass up till they hoes don' t want em | |
| I' m on em, the Eastside gees and the P | |
| At ease, you don' t wanna fuck with these | |
| And we' se the malice, careless muthafuckas | |
| Puttin poohputs in a jammie like Smuckers | |
| My knockers holdin shit down like the underground | |
| We' ll make you go round and round | |
| So now I' m callin up my crew | |
| And what you gonna do | |
| When you see the niggas in blue | |
| CHORUS | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin | |
| VERSE 3: Droop Twin | |
| One mo' time through yo hood and mines | |
| You' re walkin thin lines on these bombass rhymes | |
| And verses, sleepin off in hearses | |
| Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses | |
| With verses, we ain' t in this game for the fame | |
| We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane | |
| Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in ' 96 | |
| Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks | |
| Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain | |
| Stressin out your frame like you got SlimFast on your brain | |
| It ain' t no thing to be a inthecut rider | |
| And it ain' t no thing to be a black godfather | |
| Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6 | |
| With some baggyass pants and some bombass kicks | |
| Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I' m a rider | |
| With my nigga Droop be O. G. Westsider | |
| OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece | |
| Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel | |
| Who done earned his stripes | |
| Bumpin " Flashlight" | |
| Tryin to get rich like Richie | |
| through my city | |
| CHORUS: repeated till fade | |
| S. C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear | |
| Rollin in your hood and you know it' s all good | |
| Rollin down the ' Shaw in my Lexus | |
| ? rims and my Alpine bumpin | |
| The 808 is thumpin |
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