South Central Cartel is a gangsta rap group. As one of the original early-'… Read Full Bio ↴South Central Cartel is a gangsta rap group. As one of the original early-'90s West Coast gangsta collectives to follow N.W.A's lead, South Central Cartel first appeared with their debut album South Central Madness in early 1992 before releasing a succession of albums throughout the remainder of the decade. After their follow-up, 1994's N Gatz We Truss, generated a sizable amount of attention in the gangsta rap underground, Def Jam signed the group, eventually resulting in their most realized album, 1997's All Day Everyday. During this same era, group leaders Havoc & Prodeje released a string of albums on Quality Records as well, helping garner a small yet healthy cult audience. Unfortunately, Def Jam dropped the group in the late '90s, and they ended up releasing the relatively disappointing Concrete Jungle, Vol. 1 on an indie label, which signaled their plummet into oblivion. Despite their lack of commercial success, the group does stand alongside fellow early-'90s West Coast collectives such as N.W.A, Compton's Most Wanted, and Above the Law as gangsta rap pioneers. Everybody from S.C.C are members of Hoover Crips.

Can I Roll Wit U
South Central Cartel Lyrics

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[ Rhimeson ]
Can I roll with you?
[ Prode'je ]
Nigga, what can I do?
When I still seem
To day-dream and fiend for green
Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin
In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin

[ Rhimeson ]
So now it's time for me to grab the strap
And put you in a sleeper eternally
That's what my psychic's tellin me
So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I
Know it ain't shit for me to lose...
[ Prode'je ] ...So I
Asked the big homie to put it down for me
When I was down you been around for me
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola
That I can rack for ya
[ Rhimeson ]
For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City
Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties
But to drop off ki's and collect my g's
My fees for this job is three g's
[ Prode'je ]
Let's see if I can get it crackin for me

[ Prode'je ]
Can I roll with you?
[ Rhimeson ]
Nigga, what can I do
For you, now that it's really on and poppin?

[ Prode'je ]
Went to the city and my big homies is ???
With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me?
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights
[ Rhimeson ]
Turn to your skull where your brains was
Game recognize game, can you dig it?
I did it, stackin to see what's happenin
Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz
[ Prode'je ]
With this I'm buyin powdered shit
So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie
This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies
[ Rhimeson ]
But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket
Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it
(In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass
2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin

[ Rhimeson ]
Nigga, what's happenin?
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin?
A king-size .44 magnum to tag em
[ Prode'je ]
Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch
[ Rhimeson ]
And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die
[ Prode'je ]
Right, you muthafuckas want to see the gangstas
I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger
[ Young Prod ]
I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real
>From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card
I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all
[ Rhimeson ]
And all I did was struggle for my land
And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man
[ Prode'je ]

And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me
With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy

Overall Meaning

The song "Can I Roll Wit U" by South Central Cartel is about two individuals, Rhimeson and Prode'je, who are involved in criminal activities and are seeking to earn money. The song begins with Rhimeson asking if he can roll with Prode'je, to which Prode'je responds by asking what he can do for him. Rhimeson expresses his desire for money, stating that being broke is worthless, and that he is waiting for something to happen by carrying a firearm to protect himself. He then speaks about his desire to ride out to Kansas City with Prode'je to drop off ki's and collect money. Prode'je agrees, and they make arrangements to purchase drugs and sell them to make money.

The song continues with both rappers discussing their criminal activities, including buying drugs, "rocking it up," and selling it to their consumers. They discuss the violence that often accompanies drug dealing, with Rhimeson stating that bullets fly silently at night to take out their competition. They also mention their desire to relax and earn a meal ticket, indicating that they are not doing this for fun, but rather for their livelihood.

Line by Line Meaning

Can I roll with you?
Can I join your crew?

Nigga, what can I do?
What can I do for you?

When I still seem To day-dream and fiend for green
Even though I still dream of making money

Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin
If you're broke, two people are not enough to make money, waiting with a gun hoping to earn some cash

So now it's time for me to grab the strap And put you in a sleeper eternally That's what my psychic's tellin me So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I Know it ain't shit for me to lose...
I need to get my gun and put an end to you because that’s what my inner self is telling me. So, I'm on my way to the west coast knowing that I have nothing to lose.

...So I Asked the big homie to put it down for me When I was down you been around for me Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola That I can rack for ya
I ask my respected friend to help me to make money. He was always there for me when I needed him. Give me nine ounces of drugs, and I'll sell them to make you profit.

For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties But to drop off ki's and collect my g's My fees for this job is three g's
Yes, your car is good enough for me, as I drive to Kansas City. Not looking for women with big breasts but to deliver drugs and collect money. I'm charging three thousand dollars for this job.

Let's see if I can get it crackin for me
Let's see if I can successfully start a business operating drug transactions.

Turn to your skull where your brains was Game recognize game, can you dig it? I did it, stackin to see what's happenin Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz
I shot you in the head, that's where your brains were. It’s a game, I see you and you see me, can you understand it? Yes, I did it, I'm making money and looking for the next opportunity.

With this I'm buyin powdered shit So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies
I'm buying cocaine to sell it as crack and get more money. I'm cutting it into pieces and selling it for profit. People will get addicted and become like zombies, dumbfounded.

But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it (In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass 2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin
But I'm trying to relax and earn a lot of money. Being motivated is necessary for getting prepared, so I'm keeping up driving with two old school veterans heading towards our next business deal.

Nigga, what's happenin? Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? A king-size .44 magnum to tag em
Hey man, what's going on? Should we fight or use our guns? I have a .44 magnum for tagging our enemies.

Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch
I guess we're about to start some dirty business. I'll use my gun to shoot you while my friend will talk to your woman.

And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die
I'm looking into your eyes, and you better understand that I'm about to shoot you dead.

Right, you muthafuckas want to see the gangstas I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger
Okay, you want to see some real gangsters. I'm a member of the gang, and I’m not interested in making any peaceful agreements with our rivals.

I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real >From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all
I was born and raised in the ghetto, and I never left - this is who I am. I won't hesitate to shoot you if you mess with me. But if you try to test me, I'll drive around with a gun, shooting anyone who crosses my path.

And all I did was struggle for my land And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man
I worked hard to make a living in this area which is now mine. And as a respectable person, I won't let anyone else take my life away.

And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy
You should know that even if you manage to kill me, I won't be intimidated or bothered. But you need to bury me because I won't let you play hatefully with me or treat me like your mortal enemy.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER JASPER, CHRISTOPHER H JASPER, ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, PATRICK PITTS, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY

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