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a bowling ball (Bowling Ball)
I tried to tell him he ain't understand (What)
So I sprayed his whole crib like the Orkin Man (Orkin Man)
I'm bout this money

I'm a predator
I set it off you know the feds involved when
Sprayin' the lead involved
But I'm marryin' my gun
I ain't callin' the weddin' off
Never

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

to fess
Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit
And when I'm grippin' the mic or when I flip shit

It's not Compton, what's up punk, it's South Central

my line
If they tryna get high, they gone spit my rhymes
Having em all on my phone, tryna make songs
Ask what to condone, cause holmes, that guy I'm

me up in my glow zone
fuck that bitch, nigga, I don't even know what I'm sayin
The wok got a nigga trippin', nigga, just be sprayin
Nigga, I cannot see

as a child u know I tried stoppin rain
I ain't talkin water but I'm talkin about broader thangs
But I couldn't so I got to fuckin stompin thangs
Brother was

I'm bout my bread, I'm bout my peso
Shawty she do what I say so
Don't hit my line, ween talking no cheese lil boy cuz I'm all bout my queso 

Do what

MPtainment
As we cool down give them the throne just be vacant
Berch told me bro let's be patient
We gently waited
Now this verbal tec is sprayin'
Fuck you

you?
Idgaf I'm out here chillin with my crew
Idgaf about him or about you
If you try to stop me imma show you what it do
Grab you by your head and then I

Say you got the dope 
What's the price homie 
Wearing fake crystal
Dat ain't ice homie 
I fuck around 
And have to go an ice homie
He was scared

to place
Tryna elevate
I've been going state to state
Tryna get away
Now what you doing
What you sayin'
She'll stay the night
But she'll be gone by the A.M.

though
Rattin' roaches and sprayin' bullets like some pesticide
My smacka ran a nigga down for the exercise
I'm on 27, at checkers gettin' some extra fries

what did you do
To deserve to even taste this
I made this and paved this path
That I'm on
Gon' ride this motherfucker
Till the wheels are gone
And with

Tell em' go ahead and slide, he got balls if he try
Cause when I start sprayin', everybody gon' die
You can tell by the eyes that I like to get high

wakes up next to an angel
Hopin' that she falls from the sky
We sin cause we're made to
Call me by your name when the time is right

Eyes puffy, cause I'm

Riot Pump

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

for man, a shock for mankind
We have risen above trivial insult
But surprised by the unexpected results
That's why you be what you want to be
I'm

mind
So be quiet…
And don’t ask what I’m rapping for
This shit is personal…
My mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home….

to drill them on the highway 
Flashlights up head, I can't see straight 
Exotic cars passing by me on the spressway
Turned on the heat, now I'm speeding that

this the motherfuckin' stories of
Christ? Down the road bitch can't handle
What the fuck's a crash landin'
If I'm still still standin'?
Fuck out

it's a drive-by
My boys sprayin' for fun (Bang bang)
And yo' ass gon' be dead so
There ain't no sayin' you won (Nah)
And I got a 100 shots and, bitch
I'm

confused on what you sayin
Hit me up had a man
Shit was all a part of her plan
Wit' the opps you was layin' I'm sprayin'
Drop em' first then ask em' if they

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit
And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip shit

[ Havikk ]
It's not Compton, what's up punk, it's South Central

to me
Anything I say i'm just playin'
You better go get back or Ima start sprayin'
How you think I found what you sayin'
If anything bad happens you

leaned back couple watched the scene at
Now I'm thinkin what the fuck
How I'm gonna leave that?
He take that, I guess I'll be cleaning that
Pick dude up