South Central Cartel

[VERSE 1: Prodeje]
Now when I stroll through the streets you wonder will you see me
I keep it low cause the girls wanna gee me
Had to be loced cause I claim South Central
If I get mental I flow slow tempo
Nah punk, I cant get gaffled
Try to catch me on the streets and you might get gaffled
Prod got a Uzi, straight up, punk
Cold strap in the trunk if you pull a stunt
I get loced and you get smoked cause its like that
The Cartels gonna get my back
Cause on the streets if the tone of your voice is weak youre beat
So run up and Ima serve you heat
Puttin on brass knuckles to bust you in your cranium
You dislike my clique but cant change em
S.C.C., P-r-o-d
e the j to the e from the L.A.C.
Can get looney, run up duck and get bucked down
In South Central, fool, you gets clowned
[CHORUS]
[Professor X] (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down?)
(Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down?)
[Cold 187um] (Streets of South Central)
(Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down?)
[MC Breed] (Now Im lookin dead at you)
[VERSE 2: Prodeje]
Fool, you get clowned, socked, beat like a sucker
[?] when they dont know of ya
Got a little money, so you claim hustler
Yeah, the streets made a pooh-put gangster
Bought you a six-fo, now youre rollin
Got a Cut and your Danes are golden
Call yourself evil, are you serious?
Man, the chronics got you delirious
Your raw dog is a buster
If he saw youre gettin rat-packed he wont help ya
Now, check the 89 Hustlers
Were not a gang but were down stay down for us
With a six-fo Chevy, Uzis and money
Homeboy, aint a damn thing funny
You better walk it like you talk it
Cause if you cant back up your shit you gettin lynched
With your khakis low and locs, what you thinkin?
You could roll the hood without sinkin
Into a straight 211? Boy, youre buggin
The pavements what you be huggin
[CHORUS: variations]
[ VERSE 3: Prodeje ]
Homebodys gettin lit and then they get they clown on
Makin noise at the park cause its like home
Doin dips, shootin hoops, gettin drunk
Lookin out for a buster punk
The OGs stay down with the scene
The little locs ill cause the youngsters are mean
Rollin up strapped and they liable to gat ya
Go to [?] come right back at ya
What you gonna say when the 8s on your shoulder
Your money is gone cause they know you a roller
Come up short or get smoked like a clocker
Call one-time and get labelled a sucker
You got beef, then roll up like a soldier
Handle yours and go out much bolder
[?] and you can still be down
But run up weak on the streets and get clowned
[CHORUS: variations]
[ Ya Getz Clowned Lyrics ]