Hit The Chaw (feat. Endacut - South Central Cartel

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*s 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 w**d spot
Jump back in my ride I see a b***h honk the horn
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**kas 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
I'm finna hit the Chaw
And dip straight on by the law
My gees
Through the S C
Yeah it's on as I swerve on my trey wheels
400 spokes hittin dips to the heels
On some come-up s**t I got the gee into perspective
You know I got the chrome but the box is my objective
D**keys on the a*s of the Eastside rider
I see a few h*es but the Prod chose neither
You got to have a*s to live In California
And if you see the
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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 h*es wanna ride on the d**k
She just a trick cause all I wanna do is hit a lick
Her a*s 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
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 h*es 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 s**t'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 Cutlass fo's Lacs and fat cash flow