Hit The Chaw Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ 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 cemetery 

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 want to ride on the dick 

She just a trick cause all I want to 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 ]