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Chrome Wheels
作詞:Robert Diggs, V Ruff, Elgin Turner, Corey Woods
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded
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
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 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 Niggaz don't know the face and names on my teeth Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police
Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weed heads, 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 Threw fresh mens 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 the 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' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 The hood got us off the prop without women All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this
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 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 I 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 Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded 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, yea, yea, yea
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded Two on da road, Bobby Digital he's a gangsta, yeah No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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