South Central Madness

Yo, this Havoc Da Mouthpiece from the S.C.C

I only got three words to say

South Central Madness

Who ridin' in the Central? Yeah, the gangsters mob for life

The Cartel's gonna roll the dice

One time for the mind of the **** strollin' deep

Watch your back, I'm about to creep

It's not Compton, it's South Central like a bitch

Another G with a gaffled gangster pitch

If your game is weak, you speak straight punk

If funk jump you're soft and try to punk

'Cause I'm a hit you in the face with it

I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it

Yo, the Prodeje spoke and choke and choke

Who croak when the guns smoke, broke, you're half-loc'ed

But I'm a break it down for those who know

Be real when you claim South Central

'Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped

And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped

211's in progress

Here comes the 187 if a sucker, tries to fess

Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit

And when I'm grippin' the mic or when I flip shit

Yeah-yeah

It's not Compton, what's up punk, it's South Central

A crime wave of gangster-made criminals

Liftin' a skit to your dome, I'm relentless, shit

Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this shit

'Cause your ass got tossed

By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss

Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch

Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke

'Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide

Suckers collide with my drum and get hung

Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death

Eat your brain and watch your ass melt

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home

The danger zone, muthafucka, get your head flown

By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke

Drop the floor on a noose and watch your ass choke

Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate

Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate

Your damn cranium, punk, who's the baddest?

You can't escape the South Central madness

Yo, this is the hype of all hypes

Hype it up track for '92

For South Central

Cold droppin' gangsta

Yo, I got a gat, I'm tryin to deal with the madness

Mexican gangsta, born with a badness

So I drink Forties like a wino

And let me get it straight, don't give a fuck about a five-o

'Cause I live on the edge like every ****

An eye for an eye, get fly with a trigger

And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider

Bitches know I'm paid, so I guess that's why they strive for

I sling like the Cartel bang

Scorpio is bailin' but you won't wanna hang

My AK is fully automatic

If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic

'Cause the jail's got a goddamn mafia

Wanna scrap, punk? Ace'll be droppin' ya

When we're done you're gonna be feelin' blue

Sleepin' on the floor like a muthafuckin' fool

Just because you thought you that crazy

Try to rush hard but your shit couldn't phase me

'Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental

I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

A city with so much credential

Livin' in Central is strictly all mental

Coincidental, let me tell you what I'm into

Gamin' on the **** who think they can step to

I'm pretty, seditty lady from the city

Looks are deceiving but my attitude is shitty

And don't try to step to me quick

'Cause a 9mm in your mouth I will stick

And make you lookin' like a popsicle

Hear the blast, and I see your blood trickle

Yeah, exactly what I figured

A bitch made **** that's scared to pull the trigger

On a lady that's got you feelin' smaller

Shorter than short, I'm the lady shot caller

The boss that twenty four is dissin'

Any muthafucka who think they can fade this

S.C.C. is comin' out slayin'

It's not a gang when no Uzi is sprayin'

A lady that's pullin' all the cards

I smoke ya and leave ya dead with your dick on hard

Yeah-yeah

Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine

Bullshit my city's full of one-time

Rollin' on a hunt for they favorite toy

Any gangsta **** wearin' khakis and corduroys

House shoes or a pair of Nikes

And you talkin' 'bout you wanna come and sight-see?

Fool, you better stay where you're at and keep your health

'Cause where I'm from every ****'s for his self

Or his set with the vest for tech

So if you've never been here, then channel seven is your best bet

Me, I was raised in Watts after the riots

So I was taught: See the head, fly it

And one-time, I know they name and they faces

Because I see em on a everyday basis

**** claim hard cause of a warrant or a bounty

Others try to claim L.A. from Orange County

But ain't even close to claim hard knocks

That's why they dyin' of a overdose of buckshots

I can't take it, my mic, somebody grab this

And keep flowin' to the South Central Madness

For all you muthafuckas out there don't know how we livin' in South Central

Fuck y'all

(Shit, goddamn, get off yo ass and jam)

(Shit, goddamn)

Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide

Weak **** straight trip when I ride

Young Westworld trippin' on another flow

And yeah ****, I still got my 44

In the front seat tryin' fuck with me?

And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C

In the house, puttin' ****' heads out

Workin' 'em out, trippin' 'em out without a doubt

And still stuffin' big dick in your hoe mouth

Westworld kick a grip on a flow

And yo, right after this I get to fuck yo hoe

Young ****, don't sweat that

'Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthafuckin' AK strapped

On your back with a goddamn slug in your head

Now you know the O.G. meaning of 'dead'

And right after I proved the point

Kick back and smoke a fat joint

Of green funky Indo

Then kick back and let a fine hoe

Suck my dick, bitch trick, when I say so

Westside, killin up ****