South Central Cartel - W.C. Rocks lyrics

[ Young Prod ] What's up Cartel representin for all the real n***as that represent from both coasts East and west, n***a, like that To all you b**h-a** n***as dissin this gangsta sh** f** y'all, no love What's up, Treach, Kay Gee, Vin-Rock Youknowmsayin, puttin it down Ill and Al Skratch All the west coast homies Knowmsayin? Let's rock [ Young Prod ] I felt the slaughter and thought I oughta rip off n***as' faces Interphase my razorblades, cause this is gangsta Collapse perhaps when a strap split you between your eyes 40mm infrared beams, homicides .45's, .44 Desert Eagles to the skies Tec-9s, Mac-10s, the biggest to the smallest size And I ride these ghetto streets when I'm high L.A.C., S.C.C. d.o.g. and that's right I put that on my mama, I hears the drama from the b**h coast k**er, better feel a realer n***a from the west coast Now just suppose you was on the west coast And you got caught up in the drama with the baby locs You say it ain't real, but now you're feelin like a hoe Cause a n***a 13 done knocked yo a** to the flo' [ Rhimeson ] Now n***a, what's happenin, it's the cavi and the gee that see-ride My chest full of that doja, finna slug, hittin the thai The Hen got a n***a brain cells on nutty Come with a Tec, roll in a bucket, broke as f**, yellin "f** it!" I'm hittin n***as up as I swerve down your block Yellin "Cartel", yo westside rider, it don't stop Put a slug in a n***a's a** like a see Knock him off like a d, beatin his a** like a tree Rhimeson regulatin more blocks than Fort Knox I'm the baddest batter parlayin clippin up yo blocks Drop-top storin glocks, and if the battery's hot, it's on Brigades that ice-skates and put marks in funeral homes The g sh** won't quit, loc, as we dip through Loadin clips, fool, for your whole crew, yellin "f** you!" Gangstas, teams leavin hoes and toes frozen Tags in teams rollin and casket doors closin [ chorus ] [ Young Prod ] West coast n***as don't give a f** So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us Peepin how you're dissin, sayin our missions ain't real But when the Cartel's through, you b**h-a** n***as we gon' still... (Eastside n***as, Westside n***as) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks (Westside n***as, Eastside n***as) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks [ Prode'je ] Like Cube I'ma show you how the west coast rocks Put the clips in the glocks and let em go pop-pop Eastsider, S.C.G.'s, the representers of the gory Keep talkin that sh**, you catch a flurry I bury muthaf**as, they call me Buckus, not f**us But I'm quick to put a rush on all you bustas Enough is enough is, now who's the f**in roughest The toughest, and in the end, who's gonna need the crutches? I said it once before, and I respect the realer n***as The realer n***as pullin k**er-triggas on the iggas It figures, cause who's the bigger n***as when it's payday? We parlay and give the props to n***as and what they say It's okay, cause gangstas movin deeper to the ma**es Others kissin a**es, we comin with the blastes We smashes, and kickin at your a**es like some stress is The gangstas puttin it down for the pound where the west is [ Young Prod ] When I'm in a low-low rollin slow mo' to the east I be a thief like Coolio and roll with 40 Thevz Gees in the backseat, clippin up the heat I'm leanin out the window, dumpin n***as yellin "Peace!" Release hollow-points, splittin between your joints Shots explode, eyes close, n***as get my point West coast n***as don't give a f** So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us Peepin how you're dissin, sayin our missions ain't real But when the Cartel's through, you b**h-a** n***as we gon' still... (Eastside n***as, Westside n***as) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks (Westside n***as, Eastside n***as) Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks [? ] Now I came through the do', I said it befo' It's all about that west coast flow and the .44 So get a grip, n***as dissin best to listen f** all you hooks, and I ain't talkin about fishin Got this mission that I'm completin, and n***as that I'm deletin And I'm heatin up your block with the Tec and the infrared glock Servin n***as with Mac-10 triggers The bigger the n***a size, the bigger the hole he lies in Cause that's the lifestyle I'm livin, so I express it in my raps For snaps and collapse fools with the straps Perhaps the west coast is too hardcore Kickin down your front do' with the infrared .44 Like [name], but on a mission for props Everybody hit the flo', no beef no mo' [? ] n***a, don't expect for us to let that sh** ride on this side Yeah, you're safe at home, but over here you best to hide I'm capable of servin n***as problems with my heater I'm down to put the strap down to let my fist met ya n***as don't want no problems now, n***a, you will get broke down n***a, you find yourself dead on the??? bound Cause I get so hot, n***as, you cannot stop me West coast comin hard, so your a** best to copy Sloppy-a** marks, y'all don't want to see me I throw heat on your a** and bust a cap, cause it's easy Keep it real [ chorus ]