Chrome & Paint (feat. WC)

Yay yay (You see the new look) 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

**** 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 **** home

You can die in these streets all alone

I am the wrong ****, too fucking grown ****

To go for that ****, I ain't 'cha ho ****

I got a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter

The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong ****'s

Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun

Killin' ****'s 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

Can't fuck this **** up, cause just, the **** luck

That ****'s really love him and tear the city up

Uhh, even though I'm fucking with the po-po

Them **** know how I act in the low low

I got chrome and paint

**** 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 **** home

You can die in these streets all alone

I'm ghetto like grits, die before I snitch

Off my ass khakis sag like cellulites tits bitch

Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma

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

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow rocks

Hitting the switch, making the fo' hopscotch

Rolling up imperial in dickie material

All in your peripheral, throwing 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 rolling home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearing a creased tee, eating ribs

Laughing at you ****'s 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

**** 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 **** home

You can die in these streets all alone

Street lights (whoop whoop)

Street lights (whoop whoop)

Even though I'm fucking with the po-po

Them **** know how I act in the low low

Slow mo' **** check out my promo

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

I got chrome and paint

**** 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 **** home

You can die in these streets all alone

Street lights