Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Chrome, artist - Killer Mike. Album song The Killer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.03.2008
Record label: Grindtime Official
Song language: English
My Chrome |
| Easy, that cush shit got me sleepy |
| Rollin down 85, leaning but I ain’t weaving |
| Man you, should stay a day in the A |
| A parade of them chevelots, the colors of flavor aid |
| Can you, believe I got it made |
| Impala in the garage, got Forces and all the J’s |
| I’m leaning back, ride shotgun in the Chevy with the homeboy burning sacs |
| We heading to the spot where we get down, nigga where the bitches at |
| If they talking right, acting right, walking right |
| Down to take flight, they ain’t gotta go home, they can stay the night |
| You don’t have to go home |
| You can stay right here, put one in the air |
| While we’re bending corners on my chrome |
| Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere |
| Wait a while, you don’t have to go. |
| Nigga hold up, hold up |
| Make sure they see you when you roll |
| Hop out that truck all ready fucked up |
| Toe up from the motherfucking blow up |
| From the floor up, to the ceiling |
| Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building |
| Lile momma’s on e, sitting next to me |
| She’s catching a feeling |
| And I’m feeling, like I’m 'pose to |
| I’m as fly as a Jordan poster |
| I’m leaning and breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic |
| By the the time my click find me in VIP I’m lost in a cloud of chronic |
| Had sex with the best, got head from the rest |
| Motherfucker believe I done it |
| Hot Tub Tony, sucka free and still bubblin |
| Truck still rattling and bumping now move something |
| Hold up Big Boi! |
| I’m still weed crumpling |
| The sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping |
| Lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a Maybach |
| Hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold |
| Daddy Fat Sacs still where the hood at, hood at |
| Hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that |
| Whether its creme de la creme, where the good at |
| I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisha down cause my lugs got tired |
| Now lets ride, lets ride |
| Back down 85, five |
| With the click in the truck, full of chicks in the back of the 6 |
| Nobody going home tonight |
| You don’t have to go home |
| Straighten up your hair, you don’t need a mirror |
| You can fix your makeup in my chrome |
| Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere |
| Wait a while, before you don’t have to go. |
| Ahh! |
| It feels like ecstasy |
| The sound, whoa! |
| feels like ecstasy |
| Oooh. |
| oohh! |
| feels like ecstasy (feels like ecstasy!) |
| The groove, takes control of me |