[ 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 bitch, 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 niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me
Punk-ass 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
Fuck they ass up till they hoes don`t want em
I`m on em, the Eastside gees and the P
At ease, you don`t wanna fuck with these
And we`se the malice, careless muthafuckas
Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers
My knockers holdin shit 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 niggas 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-ass rhymes
And verses, sleepin off in hearses
Niggas 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 muthafuckin hurricane
Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in `96
Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks
Shit 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 nigga standin 5 foot 6
With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks
Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I`m a rider
With my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider
[ OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece ]
Rollin through your hood is another nigga 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
