4 Yo Ear (feat. Endacut - South Central Cartel

Alexander Allen Bynum
SC Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
Rims and my Alpine bumpin
The 808 is thumpin
Dippin down yo block battery's hot in a rag deuce
Flossin on threes gold d's for my gees
Dub skatin evil as I swerve
Hit the switch on a b***h 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 he's walkin
Home like a buster let the Alpine crank
Switch the CD as I fire up the dank
Oh thank God I'm a rider Rhime Son be
Yo that gee from the Carte
With pockets on swoll' and the caviar's callin me
And n***as mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me
Punk-a*s busters wanna show me they flexin
Parks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus
SC Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Once again it's on polish up the chrome on my coupe d
Is in my deck and it's rockin
Shockin h*es wanna pose but I'm 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
F**k they a*s up till they h*es don't want em
I'm on em the Eastside gees and the P
At ease you don't wanna f**k with these
And we'se the malice careless muthaf**kas
Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers
My knockers holdin s**t down like the underground
We'll make you go round and round
So now I'm callin up my crew
And what you gonna do
When you see the n***as in blue
SC Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
Rims and my Alpine bumpin
The 808 is thumpin
One mo' time through yo hood and mines
You're walkin thin lines on these bomb-a*s rhymes
And verses sleepin off in hearses
N***as on the run cause my flows cause curses
With verses we ain't in this game for the fame
We just like servin hoods like a muthaf**kin hurricane
Muthaf**kin busters me and Twin puttin it down in '96
Tossin up tricks and crossin n***as like chop sticks
S**t I spit hits your ears and cause pain
Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain
It ain't no thing to be a in-the-cut rider
And it ain't no thing to be a black godfather
Think of a n***a standin 5 foot 6
With some baggy-a*s pants and some bomb-a*s kicks
Twin gives a f**k loc cause I'm a rider
With my n***a Droop be OG Westsider
Rollin through your hood is another n***a from the Cartel
Who done earned his stripes
Bumpin Flashlight
Tryin to get rich like Richie
Through my city
SC Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
Rims and my Alpine bumpin
The 808 is thumpin