“We just do what we feel like, whenever we’re in the studio or on the stage, fuck it.” Since they started making music together in 2006 these guys have been flying with their hearts and fists first and their minds second; rock, electronica, beat manipulation, rave classic covers and creating new tracks on the fly in their performances. “We love playing Paris, they really get it and have shown us huge support from day 1” it was in Paris that South Central were spotted by The Prodigy and have since toured with them, then Pendulum, and supported the likes of Rage Against The Machine and Vitalic. The past year they’ve been touring constantly playing their own shows all over the world.
“From Prodigy, we learnt about performing, from Pendulum, we learnt about production then we been putting it all back into what we’re doing” the latest offering is a free EP, Pitfalls & Corridors, it’s South Central making tracks for the dancefloor and DJ’s alike and they want us all to have them. “These are nothing compared to what we’re working on, you can fucking have them.” I don’t know if I’m scared of what’s coming, or if I can’t wait to see what’s next with these guys that I’m a little bit shakey writing this, or maybe it’s the absinthe… What I do know is I just saw 3000 people jumping and screaming for an hour straight, there were young people, old people, boys, girls, and a guy in a wheelchair throwing some shapes and running some doughnuts. They’re playing to some big audiences, with some big acts including UKF Bass Culture and Death Disco in Glasgow over the coming months. Watch this space.
No Way Back
South Central Lyrics
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I got this .44 chrome spittin at your dome
Comin from the shoulders, droppin muthafuckas like boulders
Rollin with my chip Motorola
Blazer all fucked but I ain't walkin
Head feelin light cause my stomach startin to talkin
As I roll by hoes yellin out: "Star!"
But I yell back: "Bitch, look at the car!"
Stressin so bad, make me want to jack Russell
I dropped outta high school askin where the money at
'Man, it's in the rap game' - now it ain't no get back
'Homie fuck that, where y'all from, loc, you bangin?
I thought the Cartel were some 87 gangsters'
Look homie, I'm a player and I ain't got time
Two steps back, buck you dead in your eye, eye, eye...
If you trip off your mouth and my strap's in my lap
It ain't no get-back, prepare for your casket
Nutshell Nazi, the S.C.C.
Persist to get pissed on, get yo buster ass on
Should I bomb? Yo, let's commence to kill a
Pussy-ass niggas talkin bout they pullin triggers
We got the back streets sowed up
Live on luck will leave your ass fucked, nigga, hold up
You pickanannies be talkin plenty bullshit
But you ain't shit when it's time to get with
Real niggas from the S.C.
I peel your cap off
Nigga, now turn that muthafuckin rap off
5'8" with a big stick
Muthafuckas try to run but I'm comin at that ass quick
I'm so bad I kick my own ass
You disrespect me and I be gettin wreck just like a plane crash
Dash, I have your ass burnin like some hash
Ash, you see a mash, then you hear the blast
Ask the Prod what that be like
I tell you gangster, now you know it's all to the g right
If you trip off your mouth and my strap's in my lap
It ain't no get-back, prepare for your casket
Nutshell Nazi, the S.C.C.
Persist to get pissed on, get yo buster ass on
It's ninety-muthafuckin-six, gees finna ride and slide
Cartel Gang down to hoo-bang in a five
Niggas gettin twisted but I don't give a fuck about a buster
Cartel till I die, muthafucka
A nigga dressed thuggish, postin with the heater
Decapitate yo dome with this nine millimeter
'draulics on amp, the ass is on call
Hit the second switch, bitch, post my d's on the wall
Chuck T's posted on the curb
'yac in my palm and I'm chokin off that herb
I swerve back to the 9 block, pager goin wicked
Check my phone book for a bitch who want to kick it
Diarrhea-at-the-mouth muthafuckas better ease up
S.C.G.'s regulatin fools g's up
Rhime Son, nigga, on deck puttin it down for the set, loc
Mobbin murder deep with my kinfolk
If you trip off your mouth and my strap's in my lap
It ain't no get-back, prepare for your casket
Nutshell Nazi, the S.C.C.
Persist to get pissed on, get yo buster ass on
The lyrics to South Central's song No Way Back are about gang life and the dangers that come with it. The singer presents himself as a tough, gun-toting gangster who is ready to defend himself and his crew against any rivals who try to challenge them. He talks about his gun, which he refers to as a ".44 chrome," and how he is always prepared to use it if anyone tries to "mad-dog" him. The singer also talks about his experiences with women and how he is more focused on making money through rap than through selling drugs or other illegal means.
The singer also makes reference to his past as a high school dropout who struggled to find his place in life until he discovered rap. He talks about his desire for respect and not wanting to be underestimated or disrespected by anyone. He uses violent language and metaphors to convey the message that he is not to be messed with and that he is willing to go to any length to defend his honor and reputation.
Overall, the song is a passionate and powerful anthem for gang members and those who feel the need to prove their toughness in a dangerous world. It speaks to the experiences of those who have been marginalized by society and feel the need to assert themselves in order to survive.
Line by Line Meaning
If any crew want to mad-dog, if you look it's on
If any group of people want to start a confrontation or act aggressively towards us, they will regret it.
I got this .44 chrome spittin at your dome
I have a .44 caliber gun ready to shoot at anyone's head.
Comin from the shoulders, droppin muthafuckas like boulders
Using my physical strength to throw my enemies down with great force.
Rollin with my chip Motorola
Traveling with my expensive Motorola pager in order to stay in touch with associates.
Blazer all fucked but I ain't walkin
My jacket may be worn out, but I still have my car to ride in.
Head feelin light cause my stomach startin to talkin
Feeling hungry and light-headed due to a lack of food.
As I roll by hoes yellin out: "Star!"
As I drive by, women are yelling at me and trying to get my attention.
But I yell back: "Bitch, look at the car!"
I respond by telling them to look at my car instead of focusing on me.
You seen me in a video, don't think that I hustle
Just because you've seen me in a music video doesn't mean I am involved in illegal activities or "hustling".
Stressin so bad, make me want to jack Russell
Feeling so stressed out that it makes me feel like attacking someone, like a Jack Russell terrier.
I dropped outta high school askin where the money at
I left school early and wondered where I could find a way to make money.
'Man, it's in the rap game' - now it ain't no get back
I was told that the money could be found in the music industry, but I can't go back to school now to make something of myself.
'Homie fuck that, where y'all from, loc, you bangin?
I don't care about school or finding a legal job, I just want to know where my associates and I stand and whether we are respected in our area.
I thought the Cartel were some 87 gangsters'
I had a different impression of the Cartel, believing them to be more dangerous and intimidating.
Look homie, I'm a player and I ain't got time
I don't have the time or desire to explain myself or justify my actions to anyone.
Two steps back, buck you dead in your eye, eye, eye...
If you take a step towards me, I will quickly react by punching you in the face.
If you trip off your mouth and my strap's in my lap
If you talk too much and I have my gun nearby, you should be prepared for the consequences.
It ain't no get-back, prepare for your casket
There will be no chance for revenge if you provoke me; you will end up in a coffin.
Nutshell Nazi, the S.C.C.
We are the South Central Cartel and we will show no mercy to those who cross us.
Persist to get pissed on, get yo buster ass on
If you keep trying to provoke us, you will only end up being humiliated and defeated.
Should I bomb? Yo, let's commence to kill a
Should I use a bomb to attack someone? Let's begin the process of killing someone.
Pussy-ass niggas talkin bout they pullin triggers
Weak people who claim they are tough and dangerous.
We got the back streets sowed up
We control the backstreets and have everything under control.
Live on luck will leave your ass fucked, nigga, hold up
Depending solely on luck to survive will eventually come back to bite you and leave you in a bad situation.
You pickanannies be talkin plenty bullshit
You weak and insignificant people talk a lot of nonsense.
But you ain't shit when it's time to get with
You talk a big game but are unable to back it up when it comes to real action.
Real niggas from the S.C.
Authentic and respected individuals from South Central Los Angeles.
I peel your cap off
I will shoot you in the head.
Nigga, now turn that muthafuckin rap off
Stop playing that music and give me your attention.
5'8" with a big stick
Being shorter than average but still carrying a powerful weapon.
Muthafuckas try to run but I'm comin at that ass quick
People try to run away from me, but I am fast and aggressive.
I'm so bad I kick my own ass
I am so strong and powerful that I could even hurt myself.
You disrespect me and I be gettin wreck just like a plane crash
If you show me any disrespect, I will respond harshly and cause destruction, like a plane crash.
Dash, I have your ass burnin like some hash
I will hurt you badly or cause you great pain, like burning hash.
Ash, you see a mash, then you hear the blast
After seeing a confrontation, you will hear the loud and powerful sound of a gunshot.
Ask the Prod what that be like
You can ask other members of our group about what our lifestyle and actions are like.
I tell you gangster, now you know it's all to the g right
I'll tell you about the truth of this gangster lifestyle; everything is "to the G", or done as expected or required by the gangster culture.
It's ninety-muthafuckin-six, gees finna ride and slide
It's 1996 and gangsters are ready to move and take action.
Cartel Gang down to hoo-bang in a five
Our Cartel gang is willing to fight and take control in a 1995 Chevy Impala.
Niggas gettin twisted but I don't give a fuck about a buster
Other people are getting drunk or high, but I don't care about weak or cowardly individuals.
Cartel till I die, muthafucka
I am loyal to the Cartel and will stay that way until I die.
A nigga dressed thuggish, postin with the heater
I am dressed in a stereotypical "thuggish" way and carrying a gun.
Decapitate yo dome with this nine millimeter
I will shoot you in the head with a nine millimeter gun, killing you instantly.
'draulics on amp, the ass is on call
My car's hydraulic system is activated and ready for use.
Hit the second switch, bitch, post my d's on the wall
Activate the second hydraulic switch to make my wheels raise up and show off.
Chuck T's posted on the curb
My Chuck Taylor sneakers are on display on the side of the road.
'yac in my palm and I'm chokin off that herb
I have a cup of cognac in my hand and am smoking marijuana.
I swerve back to the 9 block, pager goin wicked
I drive quickly back to the 92nd block while receiving many notifications on my pager.
Check my phone book for a bitch who want to kick it
I am checking my contacts for a woman who might want to hang out with me.
Diarrhea-at-the-mouth muthafuckas better ease up
People who are talking too much nonsense should stop before they end up in trouble.
S.C.G.'s regulatin fools g's up
The South Central Gangsters are in control and will take action against those who act foolishly.
Rhime Son, nigga, on deck puttin it down for the set, loc
Rhime Son is ready to represent and defend our gang's reputation.
Mobbin murder deep with my kinfolk
I am traveling with my close group of associates, prepared to commit violent actions if necessary.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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EroticLemur
With rocking vocals and raving tunes, whats not to like?
Dimitri Jachvadze
i cant belive how can this possibly have only 90 likes, like how, this is godly
Sam Lunn
what a fucking AMAZING SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cristian Carlo
I hate this. Because its just too damn good! cant stop listening.
edtoptop
I don't understand why this video does not have more views!
Marcin Borowiec
Goooooooooood !!! :D
Eman the Great
BEASTY AF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Raze
Finally a youtube wall that isnt full of haters!
Sam Lunn
@psc423 wtf dude this is epic!!!!
irving rascon
download link i cant find them anywhere!!