Ya, ya, California
Sunday afternoon, baby
Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out
Drive it out, drop it out
You know?
Let 'em knowI 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 aloneI 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 splitter
The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong niggazRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin' niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ballHe's got nuts and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, star sky call hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's king tutCan't fuck this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, 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-lowI 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 aloneI'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' flowersI put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
Rollin' up imperial in dickier material
All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicleClipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffied 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 lapFuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs
Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'monI 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(Street lights, street lights)
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 mojoI 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
(Street lights)