Gangsta Luv
South Central Cartel Lyrics

Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all
I am ready to assert my dominance with gang banging and control everything

Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog
Driving is important in the ghetto when I stare menacingly

The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis
Our khaki pants are always ironed and we move like the Nazis

2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis
Two of us are taking charge, call us the John Gottis of the streets

See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride
Girls are attracted to us and ready to join us

But I don't see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot
I don't find anything morally wrong, so I party and leave

G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk
Gangsters from the neighborhood leaving a preview of good music

>From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump
The bass from the sound system goes from the trunk of the car to the ear of the listener

I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc'
I make you nod your head in approval as we move from block to block

Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke
Marijuana has me high, so I open the window to let out the smoke

Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons
Rhimeson is experiencing hallucinations and paranoia

Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin
I cut my hair but girls are still attracted to me and I have plans to take advantage of it

It's action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique
We're bringing the drama for your whole group of friends

West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with
Gangsters from the West Coast should not be messed with

S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs
South Central Cartel lives in the ghetto and sells drugs

Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum
If you want to test your bulletproof vest, I'll shoot my gun at you

All day everyday I don't give a fuck
I don't care at all, every day

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
As long as I'm wearing my khaki pants, t-shirt, and converse shoes

Rollin through L.A., what do I see?
As I drive through Los Angeles, what do I see?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
A group of gangsters who dress like me

Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo
I'm driving a lowrider car but not alone

My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A
My gun is an HK with an added silencer

Cappin your ass quicker than a G
Killing you quickly

So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin D's
That's who I'm with when I'm smoking marijuana

My dress code's casual, you know the routine
I wear casual clothes, you know how I dress

Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean
My khaki pants, t-shirt, and converse shoes look very clean

My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga
My lowrider car is very clean, what's next?

I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga
I can press a button and make your car crash

Ain't nuthin goin on but the gangsta
Nothing is happening except for the gangster lifestyle

South Central's finest, Murder Squad's finest
The best of South Central and Murder Squad

Try to take my low-low, I be seein 24 low-low
If you try to steal my car, you will see 24 cars coming after you

With a L, that's on my baby girl
I have a gun on me that belongs to my daughter

You hear these bullets hummin, comin atcha
You can hear bullets coming towards you

They'll snatch ya, caught up in a rapture
They will take you away, lost in the moment

Fuckin with me the O.G. from the S.C., swap meet dweller
Messing with me, an original gangster from South Central and someone who frequents swap meets

Quick to pull the heat in your cellar
I am quick to pull out my gun in your house

Rollin through ATLANTA, what do I see?
As I drive through Atlanta, what do I see?

Rollin through ST.LOUIS, what do I see?
As I drive through St. Louis, what do I see?

Ta-dow! How you like me now
Boom! How do you feel about me now?

As I skate in a rag 8 with Mc Eiht
As I skate in a Cadillac with Mc Eiht

Collectin stripes, dumpin all night
Collecting accomplishments and shooting guns all night

We too tight as we ride, slide
We are very close as we drive around

With the heat on my side
With my gun on me

A .45'll knock your ass closer to the sky
A .45 caliber gun will kill you

Nigga you best to break fast like juice
You better run away quickly like a juice drink

Lettin 32 loose from the carbon deuce-deuce
Firing 32 shots from the .22 caliber gun

Fuck a truece, 'cause when I go y'all gots to bury me
Forget a truce, because when I die, you will have to bury me

In my Chuck T's, Khakis and B.V.T.
In my converse shoes, khaki pants, and sleeveless undershirt

Y'all feelin me, still a G
Are you understanding me? I'm still a gangster

Cold drop the four and roll to the store for 'gnac
I will park my car and go to the store for cognac

I gets bent like that
I get drunk like that

Rata-tat-tat from Mac 10's, hit the corner and spin
Shots fired from Mac 10 guns, turn the corner and leave fast

On them D's, yellin: 'Fuck you G, nigga this's S.C.C.'
Driving on Dayton rims, shouting 'I hate you gangsters, this is the South Central Cartel'

We regulates the S.C., I puts it down for C.C.
We control South Central, and I represent the Cartel Crips

With baby Nine next to me fool, and when we dump
With my gun next to me, and when we start shooting

We're head-huntin for punks, so you better try
We're looking for weak people to attack, so you better be careful

To play rug and lie
To hide and pretend to be someone else

Rollin through TEXAS, what do I see?
As I drive through Texas, what do I see?

Rollin through OAKLAND, what do I see?
As I drive through Oakland, what do I see?

Rollin through ILLTOWN, what do I see?
As I drive through Illtown (Illinois), what do I see?

Rollin through MACKTOWN, what do I see?
As I drive through Macktown (McKinley Park neighborhood of Chicago), what do I see?

All over the WESTCOAST, what do I see?
All over the West Coast, what do I see?

A gang of G niggas dressed just like me
A group of gangsters dressed like me