Hit the Chaw 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hit the Chaw |
| 歌手 | South Central Cartel |
| 专辑 | All Day Everyday |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calvin, Espree, Patterson ... | |
| 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" | |
| [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 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 | |
| [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] |
| zuo ci : Calvin, Espree, Patterson ... | |
| 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 hookup | |
| Sippin on the yac I saw my cousin Jack, " What' s up" | |
| Muthafuckas maddoggin 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 comeup 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 nbsp? 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 3: Droop Twin | |
| It' s all good in these streets as I creep in a coupe drop | |
| Candycoated 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 |
| zuò cí : Calvin, Espree, Patterson ... | |
| 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 hookup | |
| Sippin on the yac I saw my cousin Jack, " What' s up" | |
| Muthafuckas maddoggin 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 comeup 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 nbsp? 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 3: Droop Twin | |
| It' s all good in these streets as I creep in a coupe drop | |
| Candycoated 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 |
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