Rollin Down Da Block South Central Cartel

Havoc:
Oh man, where my keys at man?
I can't find my keys
We're havin' a problem with these old bustas out in the Central
Oh, here they go
Let's roll

Young prod:
Bow to the wow yippie-yo into the yeain
I can swing my sack really though I ain't playin'
It's Young Prod with the S.C.C
Breakin 'em off like a G.E. from the S.C. flee
(We're on a mission this is how we do it
Grey 6-4 on gold D's we them bluest)
Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it's good
All good for me 'cause I got him for a G
(It's that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta)
(9-3 jetter - I.O.U. letter)
I don't give a mother-mad (huh) like a 17 switches
Gettin' riches and gettin' rid of bitches
Prod what you hittin for
(Two Tec-9's a safe full of money and a life of hard times)
Trigga-happy-pappy yo it's me
So never fade the better from a young-ass G
Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
Suckas step up and he slip when I bank ya
The homie don't try to fade
If you can't hang with a young-ass G
From the hood where the yay' slangs flee