South Central

Lyrics

[intro: G Perico] G Perico So Way Out Shit don't stop, bih Aye (What Up Uce) [Verse 1: G Perico] I'm breaking hearts when I come around Remember way back in the day we use to fuck around Now I know nothing, used to stay in trouble Kind of resemble your nigga, but make way more money Got the ghetto talking about our odds, G you made it But why you hanging in the hood and you still going crazy I'm an uncut G, I ain't no rapper If you want a verse nigga come to my hood so I can snap ya It's all good nigga, don't be scurred You might turn the wrong corner where niggas at war We getting paid over here Haters get sprayed over here We only bang with the real Putting million-dollar plays into action A hundred million different ways I've been lasting Well respected, South Central connected Keep it crippin' Niggas come through, we double back on a mission Right on [Chorus: G Perico & Jay 305 & background vocals] How to survive in South Central Thought he was your homie But he plotting to kill you How to survive in LA Keep a 45 and a K And they hollerin' out Eastside nigga, westside nigga Eastside nigga, westside nigga (Yeah, uh) Eastside nigga, westside nigga (Uh, uh, westside South Central tho) Eastside nigga, westside nigga (Uh) [Verse 2: Jay 305] In my city I'm a factor (Jay 305) South Central where I'm at, Michael Jackson (Fo' real tho) In the same place, ooh they be shooting 92 I was here when they was looting (Riots nigga) My momma sent me to the store with some food stamps (Hmmm) I was embarrassed So I stole the food and brought it right back That's the day I was like, "fuck it nigga" I'm finna sell crack Cause a nigga ain't finna go hungry Man, this shit ain't funny (Ain't funny, nigga) And I ain't finna look bummy So I'm taking penitentiary chances when I need money (Was happening?) Didn't want to gang bang so the homies was on me (Haha) Took the fades by myself (Bop bop bow) Cause my nigga I'm solid Won't change, won't switch On my momma, I promise (Momma) Didn't snitch, didn't bitch On Trevor, I was solid (I was solid, rest in peace Trev) LAPD the biggest gang (Uh) Mexicans, Bloods, and Crips ain't the only ones that gang bang (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: G Perico & T.F. & background vocals] How to survive in South Central Thought he was your homie But he plotting to kill you How to survive in LA Keep a 45 and a K And they hollerin' out Eastside nigga, westside nigga Eastside nigga, westside nigga Eastside nigga, westside nigga (Okay) Eastside nigga, westside nigga (Okay) [Verse 3: T.F.] Uh, uh, fuck the team and the enemies (Killa) That's how you gon' survive in these city streets Yeah, I got the juice That's a lemon squeeze (Brraaaa) Bitch, I'm sick Hennessy the remedy Eastside nigga on my westside bunk tho 20 gauge Mossberg, pistol grip pump, ho Sit up in the front row And get a tour of Los Angeles Everything scandalous Get kilt by your mans and 'em South Central, ain't it ugly like Sam Cassell Niggas in the kitchen whipping mass appeal [?] for the loc, get a half for 12, uh