Chrome Wheels Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

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) 

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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 

Photos 

Yo, yo 

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

Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags 

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 

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 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 

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 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 

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 

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 hazin