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South Central Cartel - "West Coast Gangstas"
Lyrics to West Coast Gangstas : [HAVIKK:] 4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh.. Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block Leavin do holes with .44s and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs And breakin niggas necks like bad checks Outrageous with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages Leaving mingled bodies hangin on stages Collapse niggas with raps, caps niggas with straps Smoking on the bomb, eyes tighter than Japs Rollin evil with the Desert Eagle, schemin Young Prod When the squads in the house: oh my God, a homicide Is bout to committed, admit it You seen the Tec and you shitted Nickel-plate in your face, a .38 Competin, strangle the evil with low blows I dips fo low with bad hoes, the saga unfolds The S.C. script had to design shit to wreck your mental Bitch, and plant a fuckin slug in your temple Yeah [Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJE] The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.s Sportin khakis and Chucks and B.V.Ts. Swervin through your hood in a blue low-low Sportin Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4 [PRODEJE:] G maneouvres, increasin my retaliation Shob niggas provoke could equal to your devastation My motivation is lyrication, the philosophation Acquired by the gangstas inspiration Mentally locd Im smokin tracks like its blunted Im frontin bout .44 mags and G rags My khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun ya I zap you like a genie You try to escape like Whodini You plastic Im boombastic like that muthafucka Shaggy The Cartel keeps the groove nasty You tried to fade, but got eleminated, tried the differential But couldnt fade the fuckin instrumental My mental compound exploitin the hoods and towns Breakin it down, and if you trippin, yo ass is clowned Its Mr. Prod comin cutthroat, live through the wire The West Coast Gs is on fire [Chorus...] [''' & YOUNG PROD:] Freestylin to a instrumental in a rental Q-fo-fever, evil side finna leave a Nigga leakin, blood seekin for the weekend Headhuntin like a dome-servin freak and Mental scheme we Gs this, we locs like that We grab Macs and reacts to open niggas backs Welcome to the dome of terror, the era of the evil side Take niggas out the run like drive-bys Come come, test this, lets just See yo face taste ['''] just this No mistakin, ['''] were money-makin We grab the gs, get the kis and we shake it It aint too easy to find me Young Prod run games like _Jumanji_ My 9 blow minds everytime I dump Takin niggas chests out and lump Evil Side, servin muthafuckas from the back to the front Dont front, so where ya at' In the back of the homies Lac Cockin a strap, finna take a muthafucka off the mat I got your back - back at ya, nigga Pull the triggers, slugs to niggas mugs Forever Evil Side, straight gangsta [Chorus...] [ West Coast Gangstas Lyrics ]
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