Chrome & Paint (feat. WC) - Ice Cube, 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