4 Yo Ear Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ CHORUS ] 

S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear 

Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good 

Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus 

( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin 

The 808 is thumpin 

[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ] 

Dippin down yo block, battery's hot in a rag deuce 

Flossin on threes, gold d's for my gees 

Slidin ( ? ) dub skatin evil as I swerve 

Hit the switch on a bitch, post my Daytons on the curb 

Easin through the hood, scope the scenery 

Fiendin for the greenery 

Gotta stack a end as I bend 

North on the 'Shaw past the one-time flossin 

Catch a fool slippin on them 100 spokes, he's walkin 

Home like a buster, let the Alpine crank 

Switch the CD as I fire up the dank 

Oh thank God I'm a rider, Rhime Son be 

Yo, that gee from the Carte... 

With pockets on swoll' and the caviar's callin me 

And niggas mad-doggin me bringin out the hog in me 

Punk-ass busters want to show me, they flexin 

Parks my six-deuce as I jumps in my Lexus 

[ CHORUS ] 

S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear 

Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good 

[ VERSE 2: Prodje'je ] 

Once again it's on, polish up the chrome on my coupe d 

Open up a new ( ? ) 

The ( ? ) is in my deck and it's rockin 

Shockin, hoes want to pose but I'm knockin 

Boots as I swoops down the 91 West 

Yes, I gots to wear a bullet-proof vest 

Fools want to trip so I trip back on em 

Fuck they ass up till they hoes don't want em 

I'm on em, the Eastside gees and the P 

At ease, you don't want to fuck with these 

And we'se the malice, careless muthafuckas 

Puttin pooh-puts in a jammie like Smuckers 

My knockers holdin shit down like the underground 

(We'll make you go round and round) 

So now I'm callin up my crew 

And what you gonna do 

When you see the niggas in blue 

[ CHORUS ] 

S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear 

Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good 

Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus 

( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin 

The 808 is thumpin 

[ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ] 

One mo' time through yo hood and mines 

You're walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes 

And verses, sleepin off in hearses 

Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses 

With verses, we ain't in this game for the fame 

We just like servin hoods like a muthafuckin hurricane 

Muthafuckin busters, me and Twin puttin it down in '96 

Tossin up tricks and crossin niggas like chop sticks 

Shit I spit hits your ears and cause pain 

Stressin out your frame like you got Slim-Fast on your brain 

It ain't no thing to be a in-the-cut rider 

And it ain't no thing to be a black godfather 

Think of a nigga standin 5 foot 6 

With some baggy-ass pants and some bomb-ass kicks 

Twin gives a fuck, loc, cause I'm a rider 

With my nigga Droop be O.G. Westsider 

[ OUTRO: Havoc the Mouthpiece ] 

Rollin through your hood is another nigga from the Cartel 

who done earned his stripes 

bumpin "Flashlight" 

tryin to get rich like Richie 

[ ] through my city 

[ CHORUS (repeated till fade) ] 

S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear 

Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good 

Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus 

( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin 

The 808 is thumpin