Chrome Wheels Lyrics

Chrome Wheels lyrics

[Hook: Madame D]

 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

 

 [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)]

 (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)

 

 [12 O'Clock]

 I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest

 Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest

 A bitch named Celeste, I met her 'round the corner cashin Def Jam cheques

 She had some big ass breasts, I had to catch her like a short stop on the
Mets

 I nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best

 Remember grandmother leavin new with Selects

 I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex

 I remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and Deck

 I remember Portland had Clyde Drex', remember 12 O'Clock is a vet

 Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leash

 I move like days in a week

 Niggaz don't want to face the names on my teeth

 Niggaz carry a cold piece and separate the heat

 Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police

 

 [RZA]

 Yo, yo

 Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab

 Six niggaz, six bitches, six fifths, an 8 eight bag

 One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic

 And two niggaz hooked on pussy

 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

 Two fresh men from garbage can gave him nookies

 Rolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socks

 Big forehead, had ears like Spock

 He was mightier than a truck load of gats

 And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat

 

 [Raekwon]

 What up kid? Stay livin

 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 niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this

 

 [Madame D]

 Ain't nothin but the real, yeah

 Ain't nothin but the real

 Ain't nothin but the real, yeah

 Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels

 

 [Prodical]

 Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real)

 This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh

 

 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, mechanical 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

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Madame D]

 Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital

 He's a gangsta, yeah

 No, no, no, no, no, no

 Live it up, live it up

 Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*]

 Bang us in ya Jeeps

 Shaolin! Bobby Digital

 Uh-huh, Sunn who?

 Yeah

 Haha! Yeah!

 Get that money y'all

 Get that money y'all

 Get that money y'all

 Shout in pain

 Uh-huh, yeah

 Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazi