Chrome & Paint Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

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 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 

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I 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 niggaz 

Retire 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 ball 

He'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 tut 

Can'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-low 

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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'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 dickier material 

All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle 

Clipped 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 lap 

Fuck 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'mon 

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 

(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 mojo 

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 

(Street lights)