Hit the Chaw

[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>Dippin on the enemy I slides like a nigga should<br>Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood<br>Gangstas and gees servin that ass like the military<br>Runnin mo` yards than Marcus Allen through the cemetary<br>Swervin down the Chaw rollin evil with the glock cocked<br>Fiendin for the stinky as I rolls to the weed spot<br>Jump back in my ride I see a bitch, honk the horn<br>Parks my shit, bump the bitch, I`m ( ? ) hit my turf, it`s on<br>As I skate on the triple gold 100 spokes flossin<br>Bangin Scarface as I bend Slauson<br>To the swap meet to get the Karl Kani hook-up<br>Sippin on the yac I saw my cousin Jack, "What`s up"<br>Muthafuckas mad-doggin me cause it`s S.C.C.<br>Rhime Son, Prode`je and Mouthpiece<br>I`m finna hit the Chaw I gets a page from my brother Drew<br>"Where you at?" "Crenshaw" "Yo nigga, I`ma dip on through"<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>I`m finna hit the Chaw<br>And dip straight on by the law<br>I`m gonna ( ? ) my gees<br>And ( ? ) through the S.C.<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prodje`je ]<br>Yeah, it`s on as I swerve on my trey wheels<br>400 spokes hittin dips to the heels<br>On some come-up shit I got the gee into perspective<br>You know I got the chrome but the box is my objective<br>Dickeys on the ass of the Eastside rider<br>I see a few hoes but the Prod chose neither<br>You got to have ass to live In California<br>And if you see the ( ? ) I`ll be all up on ya<br>Fo` life like Mack 10 rollin with stripes<br>And everytime you see me there`s a freak on the ride<br>Hittin yo hoods and it`s makin you sick<br>CausE the superfine hoes wanna ride on the dick<br>She just a trick cause all I wanna do is hit a lick<br>Her ass got the toc and the Prod`s got the tic<br>And I`m slick, the wicked, the sly and all<br>When I swerve on the Chaw all I do is ball<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Droop & Twin ]<br>It`s all good in these streets as I creep in a coupe drop<br>Candy-coated green gold d`s with that white top<br>Sippin gin with the Twin as we swoop<br>Smellin like Joop, mackin to hoes in a Lexus coupe<br>Career is lookin good, you can say that Twin`s winnin<br>Back up, hit the motion, let the Dayton keep spinnin<br>Grinnin cause I know my shit`s on tight<br>Got heat under my seat so I`m gon` be alright<br>Cause when Droop hit them threes niggas hypnotized by my d`s<br>But evil gees know they can`t get with these<br>Ease in the cut, locs cut 400 spokes, feelin the breeze<br>Cause I gots to have gold on my d`s, nigga please<br>Gees feel a nigga dippin down the Chaw<br>Bumpin "G Thang" as I swings on past the locs<br>With the Regals, Cutlass, fo`s, Lacs and fat cash flow<br>( ? ) with a chip in my ( ? )<br><br>[ CHORUS ]