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south central cartel – hit the chaw lyrics

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[ verse 1: havikk the rhime son ]
dippin on the enemy i slides like a n-gg- should
hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood
gangstas and gees servin that -ss like the military
runnin mo’ yards than marcus allen through the cemetary
swervin down the chaw rollin evil with the glock c-cked
fiendin for the stinky as i rolls to the weed spot
jump back in my ride i see a b-tch, honk the h-rn
parks my sh-t, b-mp the b-tch, 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”
m-th-f-ckas mad-d-gg-n 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-gg-, 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 h-ttin dips to the heels
on some come-up sh-t i got the gee into perspective
you know i got the chrome but the box is my objective
d-ckeys on the -ss of the eastside rider
i see a few hoes but the prod chose neither
you got to have -ss 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 d-ck
she just a trick cause all i wanna do is h-t a lick
her -ss 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-t’s on tight
got heat under my seat so i’m gon’ be alright
cause when droop hit them threes n-gg-s 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-gg- please
gees feel a n-gg- dippin down the chaw
b-mpin “g thang” as i swings on past the locs
with the regals, cutl-ss, fo’s, lacs and fat cash flow
(? ) with a chip in my (? )

[ chorus ]