[VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son]
Dippin on the enemy I slides like a n***a should
Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood
Gangstas and gees servin that a** like the military
Runnin mo' yards than Marcus Allen through the cemetary
Swervin down the Chaw rollin evil with the glock co*ked
Fiendin for the stinky as I rolls to the weed spot
Jump back in my ride I see a b**h, honk the horn
Parks my sh**, bump the b**h, 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"
Muthaf**as 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 n***a, I'ma dip on through"
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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 sh** I got the gee into perspective
You know I got the chrome but the box is my objective
Dickeys on the a** of the Eastside rider
I see a few hoes but the Prod chose neither
You got to have a** 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 a** 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
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[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 sh**'s on tight
Got heat under my seat so I'm gon' be alright
Cause when Droop hit them threes n***as 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, n***a please
Gees feel a n***a dippin down the Chaw
Bumpin "G Thang" as I swings on past the locs
With the Regals, Cutla**, fo's, Lacs and fat cash flow
[?] with a chip in my [?]
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