Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit the Chaw, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hit the Chaw |
| 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» |
| I’m finna hit the Chaw |
| And dip straight on by the law |
| I’m gonna (?) my gees |
| And (?) 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 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 |
| 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 (?) |