Check it out

All don't G like we G

Evil side on the cut thang S.C.C.

Y'all don't G...



[HAVIKK]

4 deep on the creep, I gots the heat on -

We swervin' whip to set trip, regulate your block

Turn the 6-4's to low-low's, bangin' for the West Coast

What's next? Breakin fools necks like bad checks

Outrageous with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages

Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages

Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps

Twistin' off the bomb, my eyes are tighter than Japs

Rollin' evil with the evil side schemin', Young Prod

Clipp's the house, oh my God, a homicide!

Is about to be committed, admit it, we run thangs

Full Clipp from S.C., ready to ride and hoo-bang

Competin', strangle the evil with low blows

Low low's stay juiced on thick with hell of heat exposed

The S.C. script have a design to serve anydody

Yeah, West Coast is more feared than John Gotti



Chorus...



So what you gon' do when you see

Them West Coast G's mobbin' 4 and 5 deep

And flossin' whips

Shake it, shake it babe, West Coast Gangstas 5 deep

And that's killa...



[PRODEJE]

G manouvres, increasin' my retaliation

Real killers provoked could equal to your devastation

My motivation is lyrication, this philosophation

Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration

Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)

I'm 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

I'm boombastic like that mutha... Shaggy

The Cartel keeps the groove nasty

You tried to fade, but got eleminated, tried the differential-acap