West Coast Gangstas (feat. Evilside G’z) - South Central Cartel

4 deep on the creep I gots the Tecs on prraahh..
Take the safety off lock exterminate your block
Leavin do' holes with .44's and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs
And breakin' n***as' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse n***as with raps caps n***as with straps
Smoking on the bomb eyes tighter than Japs
Rollin' evil with the Desert Eagle schemin' Young Prod
When the squad's in the house：oh my God a homicide
Is 'bout to committed admit it
You seen the Tec and you s**tted
Nickel-plate in your face a .38
Competin strangle the evil with low blows
I dips fo' low with bad h*es the saga unfolds
The S.C. script had to design s**t to wreck your mental
B***h and plant a f**kin' slug in your temple
Yeah
The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.'s
Sportin' khakis and Chucks and B.V.T's.
Swervin through your hood in a blue low-low
Sportin' Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4
G maneouvres increasin my retaliation
Shob n***as provoke could equal to your devastation
My motivation is lyrication the philosophation
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Mentally loc'd 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 muthaf**ka Shaggy
The Cartel keeps the groove nasty
You tried to fade but got eleminated tried the differential
But couldn't fade the f**kin' instrumental
My mental compound exploitin' the hoods and towns
Breakin' it down and if you trippin' yo' a*s is clowned
It's Mr. Prod comin' cutthroat live through the wire
The West Coast G's is on fire
Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rental
Q-fo'-fever evil side finna leave a
N***a leakin blood seekin' for the weekend
Headhuntin like a dome-servin' freak and
Mental scheme we G's this we locs like that
We grab Macs and reacts to open n***as' backs
Welcome to the dome of terror the era of the evil side
Take n***as out the run like drive-by's
Come come test this let's just
Just this
We're money-makin'
We grab the g's get the ki's and we shake it
It ain't too easy to find me
Young Prod run games like _Jumanji_
My 9 blow minds everytime I dump
Takin' n***as' chests out and lump
Evil Side servin' muthaf**kas from the back to the front
Don't front so where ya at
In the back of the homie's 'Lac
Cockin' a strap finna take a muthaf**ka off the mat
I got your back - back at ya n***a
Pull the triggers slugs to n***as' mugs
Forever Evil Side straight gangsta