Chrome Wheels

Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini) P. Sunn, (12 O'Clock) Two On Da Road on this, 12 O'Clock I love my brother to death that old hip-hop Catch this! Hot Nix' You know? Big tits I love my brother to death, nigga p***y to the rest Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest A bitch named Celeste I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check She had some big ass breasts I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck Remember Portland had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggas don't know the face and names on my teeth Niggas carry a chrome piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggas, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic And two niggas hooked on p***y And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson Still cut class and played hookey Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks Big forehead, had ears like Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat What up kid? Stay winnin', seen you look good You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin' The hood got us off the prop without women All my niggas that ride that provide to the end of this Ain't nothin' but the real Ain't nothin' but the real Ain't nothin' but the real Million dollar deals Rollin' on Chrome Wheels Ain't nothin but the real We gamble the dice Remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life While the we rumble with the foul and trife Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice Made men think twice about the sacrifice Black on white, write it for the world to hear Write it for my fam who not here who do care Glance and stare, why when you can't compare? From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare Bass and drums, see my face in the slums Pedia Brown, media surround my sound When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?" Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital Please don't get me started No, no, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no Woke up this morning Smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate Thai, all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep Bang that shit retarded Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital Please don't get me started --- Chrome Wheels - Wu-Tang Clan