Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chrome & Paint (feat. WC) , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chrome & Paint (feat. WC) |
| Yay-YAY! |
| Cali-forn-yi-aye |
| 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 ho nigga |
| I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter |
| The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas |
| Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun |
| Killin niggas 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, Starsky call Hutch |
| He’s laid, with some sluts, up in some guts |
| Just back, in the cut, he thinks he’s King Tut |
| Cain’t fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck |
| That niggas, 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 |
| I’m ghetto like grits, die befo' 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 periphreal, 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 niggas on MTV Cribs |
| I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank |
| Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c’mon |
| Street lights (woop woop) |
| 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 |
| Street lights |