[ 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
[ 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 ( ? )
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