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South Central Cartel - Concrete Jungle lyrics
f/ Full Clipp YOUNG PROD: Nigga what (jungle) South Central You have heard of that Real shit, nigga (jungle) That Cartel shit (Cartel - jungle) I jumped in this - I handle business You can't get rid of this You feelin' this? Nigga what ?! It's something about bein' affiliated Hate this, hate it I peep him while I'm fade it - laid back, cock the gage React the blaze in Let him feel like hot buck shots - close range Keep it movin' all, nigga stop Money got this dummies, gunnin' at me, eyes close Bitch's runnin' his mouth too much, he wanna High Roll I know only I know, where the dough? Hold the heat, blast with the dome, lay him low Nigga know how to do that deal Vietnam warfare like the Staples but take you there Should to middle with the South Central blocks Where everybody snorts herb, shoot up and smoke up rocks But that's home And I'll - roam in till I'm gone In a zone from them herb clouds comin' straight out the bone Welcome to the concrete jungle Where money more important than living your life humble Where bitches treat you like gumbo And niggas steady tryin' to gun you cause they hate it what you stand for It's the concrete jungle... YOUNG PROD: Full Clipp quick to pull it Pull out them verbalize bullets Hollow points that ain't got to, what I'm gonna pull it? The concrete jungle where niggas rumble over weak raid Tear it up, park A hollow hold through your heart It's the live death become ??? Pourin' 40 dips around, that's won't you gon' be That you realize I wanna baptize in your chest with some of this And some of these All of these niggas nuthin' but cheese PRODEJE: ...bastards Niggas transformer like a mixture I'm comin' way to punk you like the quickster Pop you like a blister Load the hollow heads give 'em to ya Treat you like my ?????? do ya The homie ?????? to ya But I'ma run through you, want smoke You'll recognize the real before you hit the front door You fuckin' with the Prodigal By elevatin' game got ya Through a wick laugh and still cocked ya Welcome to the concrete jungle Where money more important than living your life humble Where bitches treat you like gumbo And niggas steady tryin' to gun you cause they hate it what you stand for It's the concrete jungle... PRODEJE: You make ?????? me hit the back door Duck the floor hits Hit the school gates in a hurry Lay my mom ???? But now I'm ghetto fab in a half Count low money with my style Niggas make me laugh But me and Young Prod knows the math Make 'em bow down, feel the wrath Acts 'em like the craft Makin' nigga's tongue hit the floor The S.C. through the gun smoke We doin' for the paid and the ??? That sucker-ass nigga ain't a playas We livin' got the game for the haters Stompin' in my black Chucks Servin' cavi to the clucks For me ??? the bumper fuck Having bad look nigga Sticky fingers all in my twist Cause they use the nigga like this I bring you how I love it Gangsta Prod nigga how you love it This shit to make the other niggas ???? Welcome to the concrete jungle Where money more important than living your life humble Where bitches treat you like gumbo And niggas steady tryin' to gun you cause they hate it what you stand for It's the concrete jungle... |
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