Hit the Chaw

[ 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 cemetary
 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"
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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 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 wanna ride on the dick
 She just a trick cause all I wanna 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
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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 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 (?)
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