Ice Cube - Chrome And Paint Lyrics

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Yay-yay California

Sunday afternoon baby pull it out

Whip it out pull it out drive it out drop it out

You know let 'em know

I got chrome and paint

Nigga what you thank I got chrome and paint

Bitch what you drank I got chrome and paint

Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

Street lights dance on paint

Street lights dance on chrome

Street lights get a nigga home

You can die in these streets all alone

I am the wrong nigga too fuckin' grown nigga

To go for that nigga I ain't 'cha hoe nigga

I got a hair trigger I am the dome splitter

The deep-sea sniper you got the wrong niggaz

Retire like Jigga here comes the Attila the Hun

Killin' niggaz for fun these rappers is done

The bigger they come the harder they fall

I burn like the sun continue to ball

He's got nuts and plus the Don touch

And split the fine dutch Star sky call Hutch

He's laid with some sluts up in some guts

Just back in the cut he thinks he's King Tut

Can't fuck this nigga up 'cause just the nigga luck

That niggaz really love him and tear the city up

Uhh even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'

Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

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I got chrome and paint

Nigga what you thank I got chrome and paint

Bitch what you drank I got chrome and paint

Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

Street lights dance on paint

Street lights dance on chrome

Street lights get a nigga home

You can die in these streets all alone

I'm ghetto like grits die before I snitch

Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch

Under the suede headliner and I ain't yo momma

Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks

Hittin' the switch makin' the fo' hopscotch

Rollin' up imperial in dickie material

All in your peripheral throwin' shells at your vehicle

Clipped up pimped up big chipped up

Stacy Adams tips spiffed up golf hat flipped up

I blow yo' ass off the map fuck with Dub

I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap I'm wearin' a creased tee eatin' ribs

Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV Cribs

I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank

Hood life forever bitch chrome and paint c'mon

I got chrome and paint

Nigga what you thank I got chrome and paint

Bitch what you drank I got chrome and paint

Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

Street lights dance on paint

Street lights dance on chrome

Street lights get a nigga home

You can die in these streets all alone

Street lights street lights

Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'

Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

Slow mo' nigga check out my promo

You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo

I got chrome and paint

Nigga what you thank I got chrome and paint

Bitch what you drank I got chrome and paint

Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

Street lights dance on paint

Street lights dance on chrome

Street lights get a nigga home

You can die in these streets all alone

Street lights

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