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South Central Cartel - Family Thang lyrics
(Intro) Nigga Who a real rider is? My family fool! That's right Puts it down on any hood or clique That's real trick (Verse 1) It's the young mackola, slangin crack to stackola The chip motorola holds the .44 to blow ya Dohja smoke ignites the fire like lighters The drop 64's catch the hoes on sighta Let's take a trip to where the homies puts it down They get (?) and say I never come around But I'm in traffic, tryna make a proper come up Livin in this hell hole makes me wanna blow my dome up My baby mama is more righteous than they come The hood's on my back, the child support don't help me none So now I'm on a mission, niggas in my rear view Damn it's the homie, what the fuck them niggas up to I bust a U. and still the homies on my backside I grab the .44 hit the petrol in a G-O metro And damn, I still got payments on this muthafucka I lost all the hub caps and the homies I don't trust 'em (Chorus) Well Young Prod if these niggas start trippin And Twin I got your back too if it's mo' than two And if it's mo' than three they gotta fuck with me And that's how it's gon swing with this family thang (Verse 2) Y'all niggas kill me, feel me down when you up around Clown me, down me when your ass not up around me Now tell me G who's the fuckin playa hata Mad 'cause I put my family up on some paper My homie Joe gave me the 'fo on your bitch-ass Hey troop I got your back loc, so won't you put the smash Down, clowns like you I call haters Mad 'cause you jock us but still can't fade us It's young trip on a creep as I tips down, man They got nothin to lose but 50 G's to gain-acap |
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