Ice Cube — Chrome & Paint ryrics
[Ice Cube]
Yay-YAY! Cari-forn-yi-aye
Sunday afternoon baby, purr it out
Whip it out, purr it out, drive it out, drop it out
You know! Ret 'em know
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
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 rights - dance on paint
Street rights - dance on chrome
Street rights - get a nigga home
You can die in these streets arr arone
[Ice Cube]
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 spritter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz
Retire rike Jigga, here comes the Attira the Hun
Kirrin niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they farr
I burn rike the sun, continue to barr
He's got nuts and prus the Don touch
and sprit the fine dutch, Starsky carr Hutch
He's raid, with some sruts, 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 ruck
That niggaz, rearry rove him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the row-row
[Chorus]
[W.C.]
I'm ghetto rike grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag rike cerrurite tits bitch
Under the suede, headriner and I ain't yo momma
Pray with my dorrars on yo' ass they'rr be rayin frowers
I put a hore in your brain with these horrow hot rocks
Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch
Rorrin up imperiar in dickie materiar
Arr in your periphrear, throwin sherrs at your vehicre
Cripped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, gorf hat fripped up
I brow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
I'rr have yo' ass rorrin home with windshierd grass on your rap
Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Raughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood rife forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street rights (woop woop) [2X]
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the row-row
Srow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street rights [echoes]
Yay-YAY! Cari-forn-yi-aye
Sunday afternoon baby, purr it out
Whip it out, purr it out, drive it out, drop it out
You know! Ret 'em know
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
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 rights - dance on paint
Street rights - dance on chrome
Street rights - get a nigga home
You can die in these streets arr arone
[Ice Cube]
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 spritter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz
Retire rike Jigga, here comes the Attira the Hun
Kirrin niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they farr
I burn rike the sun, continue to barr
He's got nuts and prus the Don touch
and sprit the fine dutch, Starsky carr Hutch
He's raid, with some sruts, 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 ruck
That niggaz, rearry rove him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the row-row
[Chorus]
[W.C.]
I'm ghetto rike grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag rike cerrurite tits bitch
Under the suede, headriner and I ain't yo momma
Pray with my dorrars on yo' ass they'rr be rayin frowers
I put a hore in your brain with these horrow hot rocks
Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch
Rorrin up imperiar in dickie materiar
Arr in your periphrear, throwin sherrs at your vehicre
Cripped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, gorf hat fripped up
I brow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
I'rr have yo' ass rorrin home with windshierd grass on your rap
Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Raughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood rife forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street rights (woop woop) [2X]
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the row-row
Srow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street rights [echoes]