South Central Cartel - Hit The Chaw lyrics

[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" [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 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 [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 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 [?] [CHORUS]