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South Central Cartel - Hit the Chaw lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ] Dippin on the enemy I slides like a nigga should Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood Gangstas and gees servin that ass like the military Runnin mo' yards than Marcus Allen through the cemetary Swervin down the Chaw rollin evil with the glock cocked Fiendin for the stinky as I rolls to the weed spot Jump back in my ride I see a bitch, honk the horn Parks my shit, bump the bitch, I'm ( ? ) hit my turf, it's on As I skate on the triple gold 100 spokes flossin Bangin Scarface as I bend Slauson To the swap meet to get the Karl Kani hook-up Sippin on the yac I saw my cousin Jack, "What's up" Muthafuckas mad-doggin me cause it's S.C.C. Rhime Son, Prode'je and Mouthpiece I'm finna hit the Chaw I gets a page from my brother Drew "Where you at?" "Crenshaw" "Yo nigga, I'ma dip on through" [ CHORUS ] I'm finna hit the Chaw And dip straight on by the law I'm gonna ( ? ) my gees And ( ? ) through the S.C. [ VERSE 2: Prodje'je ] Yeah, it's on as I swerve on my trey wheels 400 spokes hittin dips to the heels On some come-up shit I got the gee into perspective You know I got the chrome but the box is my objective Dickeys on the ass of the Eastside rider I see a few hoes but the Prod chose neither You got to have ass to live In California And if you see the ( ? ) I'll be all up on ya Fo' life like Mack 10 rollin with stripes And everytime you see me there's a freak on the ride Hittin yo hoods and it's makin you sick CausE the superfine hoes wanna ride on the dick She just a trick cause all I wanna do is hit a lick Her ass got the toc and the Prod's got the tic And I'm slick, the wicked, the sly and all When I swerve on the Chaw all I do is ball [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ] It's all good in these streets as I creep in a coupe drop Candy-coated green gold d's with that white top Sippin gin with the Twin as we swoop Smellin like Joop, mackin to hoes in a Lexus coupe Career is lookin good, you can say that Twin's winnin Back up, hit the motion, let the Dayton keep spinnin Grinnin cause I know my shit's on tight Got heat under my seat so I'm gon' be alright Cause when Droop hit them threes niggas hypnotized by my d's But evil gees know they can't get with these Ease in the cut, locs cut 400 spokes, feelin the breeze Cause I gots to have gold on my d's, nigga please Gees feel a nigga dippin down the Chaw Bumpin "G Thang" as I swings on past the locs With the Regals, Cutlass, fo's, Lacs and fat cash flow ( ? ) with a chip in my ( ? ) [ CHORUS ] |
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