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South Central Cartel All Day Everyday

[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

I'm drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it's Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this Million dollar gee cause they all

this shit out nigga It's the "in-a-cut-gang", baby, baby And it's the South Central Cartel, baby And it's the Young Prod thang, baby, baby And all them

niggas playin' in this G's game [Chorus:] You playin' in the G's game And homie, it's hard to maintain If you slip in the hood it's never all good

Verse 1] It's 1996 and I'm dippin with my G I'm claimin Cartel till I die, sippin hennessey Got the rolex on my neck and my wrist Dis a hoe that's all

[Prode'je] Eastside and Westside riders (Gangsters) Cartel gang, nigga (Fo' life) What set you from? "S.C.C." [VERSE 1: Prode'je] Gees tryin to move

with that real shit with that shoot-to-kill shit Havikk the muthafuckin Rhime Son, Mouthpiece and Prode'je finna break all you muthafuckas down That's right Finna break all

t-shirt and Chucks stun ya I zap you like a genie You try to escape like Whodini You plastic I'm boombastic like that muthafucka Shaggy The Cartel keeps

Check it out All don't G like we G Evil side on the cut thang S.C.C. Y'all don't G... [HAVIKK] 4 deep on the creep, I gots the heat on - We swervin'