歌曲 | 4 Yo Ear |
歌手 | South Central Cartel |
专辑 | All Day Everyday |
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 |
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 |