South Central Cartel - Rollin Down Da Block lyrics

Havoc: Oh man, where my keys at man?
I can't find my keys
We're havin' a problem with these old
Bustas out in the Central oh, here they go
Let's roll

Young prod:
Bow to the wow yippie yo into the yeain
I can swing my sack really
Though I ain't playin'
It's Young Prod with the SCC
Breakin 'em off like a GE from the SC flee
(We're on a mission this is how we do it
Grey 6-4 on gold D's we them bluest)
Partner been crossed slippin in the
Hood where it's good
All good for me 'cause I got him for a G
(It's that fool with the chrome 9 Beretta)
(9-3 jetter - IOU letter)
I don't give a mother mad
(huh) like a 17 switches
Gettin' riches and gettin' rid of bitches
Prod what you hittin for
(Two Tec-9's a safe full of money
And a life of hard times)
Trigga happy pappy yo it's me
So never fade the better from a young-ass G
Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
Suckas step up and he slip when I bank ya
The homie don't try to fade
If you can't hang with a young-ass G
From the hood where the yay' slangs flee
Rollin' down the block rollin' non-stop
Rollin' in my '64 and I keep it drop

Mobbin' down the block with the Glock
Got the 16 shots for the crooked-ass cop
Gots to be a true G see me later as I creep
Mausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleep
So tippy-tippy-toe as I float through
The hood in my 4
Job-top-D's punk please (oh no)
G slidin' down tha block
With the Glock cocked
Feelin' bigger picture Rhimeson
Droppin' non-stop
Hit's for the streets as I groove like a G
Hollow point tips in the cut playin' low key
You got the (1-2-3) for the set
Bend that ass over I'ma stuff it with the jet
Yeah, I hang around like herpes
And tricks wanna slurp me
The Glock 10 is puttin' in work G
Havikk from the C be a G with this N-U T's
Hangin' strong like a tree
Fool, so flee from, it's a C thang a G thang
Chronic all day (AK) goin' insane
Droppin' punks in the mud make
His blood die the rug
In the hood where it's good
'cause I gets love

Havoc: Yeah this is how the SCC do they shit
In the '94
Yeah, 'In-Gatz We Trust-Style' on your ass
Murder Squad 4 life, fools prodeje:
Break 'em off quicker with the trigger
Throw 'em in the river
Dip through the hood while you figure
Why must I be like this
Is it 'cause I'm ruthless
Naw, gotta show 'em how I do this
Up in the mornin everybody sleep
While you countin' sheep Prodeje
Is on the creep
Because I got the fever for the flavour
I got to get my wage to keep
My car phone and my pager
I'm hittin' licks on the backstreets
Gotta get some gold thangs 'cause
I wanna get fat freaks
Not the fat like a fat but
The fat like a popper
That take ya to the 'tel for the popper
In the hood's where it's good
Let's make it understood I love the
Damned hood like my wood
G's hangin' long like my family jewels
On the corners with the Ides
Mad doggin the fools
Yeah, that gangsta rhyme has got
Me goin' in circles
So you should be awakin like hearshal
It ain't nothin' goin' on but
The buck life bang
But in the hood's where the G's hang

LV 'Scthang', it ain't the same thang