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Hit the Chaw

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

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

a dream
I got a passion for the word and the rhyme scheme 
Tryn’a turn a blank page to a widescreen
So kick back, hold a juice and an ice scream
Welcome

Walking back through Finchley 
Saw some blazer boys dancing at a garden party
Drinking chilled white wine by the marquee
And I wouldn’t wanna dance

that by 2 gimme a 50
I'll relax tho
Who said you can lick it round here
Best pay your tax bro
Jack son for 5
He held a bullet in his Afro

Feel like

pressing my obbsessions
Like ironing my irony 
On a suit 
Fruit of the loom white tee
Hearts mia 
Cause it got fucking sick of Resting on my sleeve 
I'm

these motherfuckers like to talk 
You just shot a blank 
Fell off like the white shirt, black with the tank 
Humble till I'm feeling pain 
Running off

you brush up on rapping sick?
The ladies you'rе bad with 'em
Your first son? Talk about
A happy little accident

How 'bout I tеach the
Blueprints

on white supremacists with ammo
Relentlessly killing colored people, if I go
Outside will I die? The answer I do not know 
But really it's possible
Shots

by my side
Clutching this stick
Can't say that I'm not
And the switch on this glock
Turn this shit to a mop
I've done seen some of
my dawgs momma's cry

me, let me dumb it down
I'm slum by nature from a small town
We tote guns by nature no showin' out
Yeah

To get everything I wanted in this lifetime
I

She said, “Your scrapbook's full of blank empty pages cnd you never really learned how to cry
Your brother died in prison
cnd you never had a wife

in my name
4 Corners on the page contrary to a frame
I am not here to place blame
I have been called by the lord as Dane
Born with a tear speck on my

I found self then I re dealt my hand
The red white blue flags a noose tied around my neck
The pain remains I can't uncry them tears
Another

elected to black excellence
My only understanding of life is black elegance
Black eloquence the story of blacks ever since
Overshadowed by white privilege

wife
I ass rape the beat and shoot it point blank every time
And I'm not stopping for any line
Unless its white chicks or coke either I don't mind
I find

a page
Dice it up
Then cut it up
I see you on stage

The world is plagued
You vague
I'm still getting paid
Classic vibes
I strive
I'm still alive
You

off their yoke.
And since history has a way of washing sins clean,
Especially for old white men if you know what I mean,
I felt a song was in order

wake no more time to sleep
Bpm flatline my pulse resurrect
Glisten Gang out sweat dripping on deck
Try to keep up chase on the white rabbit
Cheat code

Til the rise of the Son
What is done
Til the going down the same
Enter the same vein
My introduction
Define in its function
Love is the Reason for

Everyday I get requested by a fake page
All this time be on ya hands, better make wage
All these pussies wanna play, need to stay safe
You can go and tell ya

holding the key for his whole life
Snow White hair, nose of a toad, better watch when he in sage mode
Gallant Jiraiya rose to his foe, blinded by pain,

nothin'
Me and my dog, we was keepin' it raw
Dubbin' our own instrumentals with blank tapes and pause button
Constantly confronted and chased, seems like

like lays

Hit her with the mind games now she calling my David Blaine
Surrounded by whites, sometimes I feel like a fucking spade
All I did was write so

good on my own
8 yrs old young boy seeing my mama get choked
That changed our family forever
The father son bond broke
Seen his eyes realize he hung