South Central Lyrics

Born and raised in South Central

Where you could die being broke

So I kept it presidential

Fucc 12, that's a mental

They gang banging in my city

But I love South Central

Ever come to South Central

Better watch what you rocc, cause them shots be at your tempo

You can take it as an intro

But you better keep it on you when you come to South Central

Keep a gun when I ride by, just in case they want a trip, got me watching for that drive-by

Bullets fly, got the stop sign, gang signs been shown in my city, nigga got mines

In my mind, too educated, on a mission for some mills I ain't stopping cause I'm dedicated

A lot of people thought I couldn't do it

Got a movement to this music, I'm amusing I don't like losing

Why I'm working just to pay rent?

I than got it out the mud, now my feet up on this pavement

I than done some shit but, never hit the state pen

Why these cops killing niggas, lost patiences

Let's get it craccing like they did after Reagan

Fucc protesting, different generation

Martin did it, now I'ma get the guns blazing

They want us dead, let's balance out the hatred

Born and raised in South Central

Where you could die being broke

So I kept it presidential

Fucc 12, that's a mental

They gang banging in my city

But I love South Central

Ever come to South Central

Better watch what you rocc, cause them shots be at your tempo

You can take it as an intro

But you better keep it on you when you come to South Central

Fuck trying to wait a minute, want it right now

All you pussy ass niggas better pipe down

Been rider from the set, nigga striped down

They ain't fucking with my rep, niggas might drown

I've been taught a lot of lessons, got a nice crown

Everybody say they love me with a nice frown

Only difference, I ain't giving up

My older brother doing life

Get him free so we can live it up

Niggas mad I made avenues

Couldn't fucc with me at all

When I was banging on them avenues

All them dudes got them mad at you

They be acting like some hoes with a whole lot of attitudes

Ain't no nigga walk a mile in my Chucc T's

Get you shot up in your mouth saying fuck me

Trust me, I'm the one they call lucky

You sending shots then they gone get ugly

Born and raised in South Central

Where you could die being broke

So I kept it presidential

Fucc 12, that's a mental

They gang banging in my city

But I love South Central

Ever come to South Central

Better watch what you rocc, cause them shots be at your tempo

You can take it as an intro

But you better keep it on you when you come to South Central