South Central Cartel - 4 Ya Ear lyrics

[ 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 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 b**h, 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 n***as mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me Punk-a** 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 f** they a** up till they hoes don't want em I'm on em, the Eastside gees and the P At ease, you don't wanna f** with these And we'se the malice, careless muthaf**as Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers My knockers holdin sh** 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 n***as 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-a** rhymes And verses, sleepin off in hearses n***as 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 muthaf**in hurricane Muthaf**in busters, me and Twin puttin it down in '96 Tossin up tricks and crossin n***as like chop sticks sh** 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 n***a standin 5 foot 6 With some baggy-a** pants and some bomb-a** kicks Twin gives a f**, loc, cause I'm a rider With my n***a Droop be O. G. Westsider [ outro: Havoc the Mouthpiece ] Rollin through your hood is another n***a 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