4 Yo Ear

S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know its 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, batterys hot in a rag deuce
Flossin on threes, gold ds for my gees
Slidin [?] dub skatin evil as I swerve
Hit the switch on a ******, 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, hes walkin
Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank
Switch the CD as I fire up the dank
Oh thank God Im a rider, Rhime Son be
Yo, that gee from the Carte...
With pockets on swoll and the caviars callin me
And ******s 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 its all good
[VERSE 2: Prodjeje]
Once again its on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d
Open up a new [? ]
The [?] is in my deck and its rockin
Shockin, hoes wanna pose but Im 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
****** they ass up till they hoes dont want em
Im on em, the Eastside gees and the P
At ease, you dontwanna ****** with these
And wese the malice, careless mutha******as
Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers
My knockers holdin ****** *t down like the underground
(Well make you go round and round)
So now Im callin up my crew
And what you gonna do
When you see the ******s in blue
[CHORUS]
S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know its 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
Youre walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes
And verses , sleepin off in hearses
******s on the run cause my flows cause curses
With verses, we aint in this game for the fame
We just like servin hoods like a mutha** **** hurricane
Mutha****** busters, me and Twin puttin it down in 96
Tossin up tricks and crossin ******s like chop sticks
**** ***t I spit hits your ears and cause pain
Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain
It aint no thing to be a in-the-cut rider
And it aint no thing to be a black godfather
Think of a ****** standin 5 foot 6
With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks
Twin gives a ****** , loc, cause Im a rider
With my ****** Droop be O.G. Westsider
[OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece]
Rollin through your hood is another ****** 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 its all good
Rollin down the Shaw in my Lexus
[?] rims and my Alpine bumpin
The 808 is thumpin