S.C. 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
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, 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 ^!$$%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



S.C. 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
Open up a new

The is in my deck and it's rockin
Shockin, hoes 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
$#&@ they $$# up till they hoes don't want em

I'm on em, the Eastside gees and the P
At ease, you don't wanna $#&@ with these
And we'se the malice, careless mutha$#&@as

Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers
My knockers holdin %#@! 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 ^!$$%s in blue



S.C. 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-ass rhymes
And verses, sleepin off in hearses

^!$$%s 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 mutha$#&@in hurricane

Mutha$#&@in busters, me and Twin puttin it down in '96
Tossin up tricks and crossin ^!$$%s like chop sticks
%#@! 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 ^!$$% standin 5 foot 6
With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks
Twin gives a $#&@, loc, cause I'm a rider

With my ^!$$% Droop be O.G. Westsider



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



S.C. 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