South Central Cartel

Rollin' Down Da Block

(HOOK)
--- Oh man, where my keys at man?
I can't find my keys
We're havin a problem with these old bustas out in the Central
Oh, here they go
Let's roll

(VERSE 1)
Bow to the Wow Yippie-yo into the yeain
I can swing my sack really though I ain't playin
It's young Prod with the S.C.C.
Brakin 'em off like a G. E. from the S.C. flee
We're on a mission this is how we do it
Grey 6-4 on gold D's we them bluest
Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it's good
All good for me cause I got him for a G
It's that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta
9-3 jetta I.O.U. letter
I don't give a mother-mad(huh) like a 17 switches
Gettin riches and gettin rid of bitches
Prod what you hittin for
2 Tech Nines a safe full of money
And a life of hard times
Trigga-happy-pappy yo it's me
So never fade the better from a young-ass G
Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
Suckas step up and he sleep when I bank ya
The homie don't try to fade
If you can't hang with a young ass G from the hood
Where the yea slangs flee

(CHORUS)
Rollin down the block
Rollin non-stop
Rollin in my '64 and I keep it drop

(VERSE 2)
Mobbin down the block with the Glock
Got the 16 shots for the crooked ass cop
Gots to be a true G see me later as I creep
Mausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleep
So tippy-tippy-toe as I float thru the hood in my 4
Job-top-dees punk please (oh no)
G slidin down tha block with the Glock cocked
Feelin bigga picture Rhimeson droppin non-stop
Hits for the streets as I groove like a G
Hollow point tips in the cut playin low key
You got the (1-2-3) for the set
Bend dat ass over I'ma stuff it with the jet
Yeah, I hang around like herpes and tricks wanna slurp me
But Glock 10 is puttin in work G
Havoc from the C be a G with this N-U-Ts
Hangin strong like a tree
Fool, so flee from, it's a C thang a G thang
Chronic all day (AK) goin insane
Droppin punks in the mud make his blood dye the rug
In the hood where it's good cause I gets love

(CHORUS)

(HOOK)
--- Yeah this is how the S.C.C. do they shit
In the '94
Yeah, 'In-Gatz-We-Trust-Style' on your ass
Murder Squad 4 life, fools

(VERSE 3)
Break 'em off quicker with the trigger
Throw 'em in the river dip thru the hood while you figure
Why must I be like this
Is it cause I'm ruthless
Naw, gotta show 'em how I do this
Up in the mornin everybody sleep
While you countin sheep Prodeje is on the creep
Because I got the fever for the flavour
I got to get my wage to keep my car phone and my pager
I'm hittin licks on the backstreets
Gotta get some gold thangs cause I wanna get fat freaks
Not the fat like a fat but the fat like a [??]
That take ya to the 'tel for the poppa
In the hood's where it's good
Let's make it understood I love the damned hood like my wood
G's hangin long like my family jewels
On the corners with the Ides mad-doggin the fools
Yeah, that gangsta rhyme has got me goin in circles
So you should be awakin like hershal
It ain't nuthin goin on but the buck life bang
But in the hood's where the G's hang

(L.V.)
'S.C.THANG', IT AIN'T THE SAME THANG