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Chrome & Paint - текст песни



Chrome & Paint


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 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, 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 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














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 niggaz 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



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