Bring it On

(Intro) I pled allegiance to the muthafuckin streets of South Central And for the gangsta shit for which is there 7 criminals under guard with a fuckin A-K For no justice is served So it's spray-day 'N Gatz We Trust muthafuckas (Havoc) 19-19-199 muthafuckin' 3 Yeah on your muthafuckin' ass nigga Takin' 'em to the other muthafuckin' level nigga To you PROD' (Prodeje) I'm from a hood where the niggas never fuck around They kick your muthafuckin ass if you try to clown The Cartel got the moves of a muthafuckin gangsta So run up and get bankrupt I tried to flip [?] my last shit But other brothers started trippin on my click bitch And you know I don't play that Homies doin drive-byes for the payback Yeah, you didn't think I knew my shit yes You never saw me And figured I was fakin on the G-ness But bring it on and I'mma flip your monkey ass into a coma With shitty-ass drawers all on ya [?] in tha 9-3 Rollin deep as the figure hoes cock on the one way Comin up for a rowdy Slangin these thangs cause the nigga live foully Snipin one time from my roof cause I hate parks pigs On the slap pullin off hoe's wigs One time for a O.G The 87's gettin down with the S.C 90's, 60's break peace East Coast and the block G's, Hoover Crips and the 40's School Yard, Shotgun, Averline too Won't sleep on the S.C.C. crew And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic's wanna choose this The Bounty Hunters and the Roose, bitch Wanna rock with the show-no Let 'em know South Central jumpin off with a new touch The Cartel still funky Kickin more ass than a pissed-off donkey All about the truece if you ain't down nigga shut the fuck up and listen And let a true nigga keep pinchin Rhymes on the real while you weak-weaks drop like a pebble We take it to another damn level (Chorus) Bring it on, bring it on, we take it to the other level Bring it on, bring it on, muthafucka (Havikk) Locs still rollin deep niggaro so here we go Crease the khakis hit the muthafuckin Figuero I'm from a city muthafuckas better bring it on And mafiatic muthafuckas get the clown on Cause that gangsta rhyme has got you goin in circles The Grape Street spoke purple Chillin in the hood with the 90's The Front Streets, Back Streets and the 30's Santanas got the shit muthafuckas can't fuck with So in the Kitchen Roads yo it's all about truece bitch Hoes jock cause I'm jockable Try to ride the Havikkal dick but my dick's not ridable P.J.'s, 43's don't trip, comin G cool Keep a Glock for a dumb fool The 64's drop low The Fruit Town Villains and the Swans actin loc'd Long Beach, Main Street, ?, Inglewood and don't forget Compton Tragniew, they keep stompin S.C.C. bail deep, 18's get they mob on The Broadways don't sleep homes Kelly Park, Lime Hood be down with the real shit And Tree Top don't play bitch And if you figure I'm a so-so Bring your ass to my hood: 92nd Street in Figuero In the hood's packed Glocks Swans gettin licked on the Compton blocks 99's down for the kill, one time muthafuckers can't creep 83'll put that ass on sleep The 87 gangstas, the West Coast headbangers East Side wallstreet slangers And Jordan Downs wanna rock with my crew Let's bring the shit together with the red and the blue (peace) Cause Lantana, Atlantic Drivers breakin niggas off quick G They gettin funky with the S.C (Chorus) 3x (Havikk) Muthafuckin Rhimeson is here And I wanna say peace to all the Crips and Bloods all over the muthafuckin world (Prodeje) All you muthafuckas down with the truece All the Ese's, all the muthafuckin Cholos down with South Central (Havoc) To all you true ass gangstas, stay together Cause the S.C.C. has got peace and love for ya (Havikk) Yeah I wanna give a shout to the Front Street, the Back Street The Bluegate Mafia and the Hustler Nation Peace out from the Murder Squad (DJ Gripp) Straight out Yo I wanna give a shout out to all my niggas in the pen