Wu-tang Clan - Chrome Wheels Lyrics
Hook: Madame D]Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me startedChoclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-heartedBang 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'ClockTwo 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 ***** to the restShared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vestA ***** named Celeste, I met her 'round the corner cashin Def Jam chequesShe had some big ass breasts, I had to catch her like a short stop on the MetsI nigga high off a dime from Gates and BestRemember grandmother leavin new with SelectsI remember Dirt Dog crashed his white LexI remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and DeckI remember Portland had Clyde Drex', remember 12 O'Clock is a vetBig Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leashI move like days in a weekNiggaz don't want to face the names on my teethNiggaz carry a cold piece and separate the heatAin't scared of the mother*****in police[RZA]Yo, yoGuns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my labSix niggaz, six *****es, six fifths, an 8 eight bagOne toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholicAnd two niggaz hooked on *****And in the corner was this brother who would study his lessonsAnd learned how operate the Smith and the WessonStill cut class and played hookeyTwo fresh men from garbage can gave him nookiesRolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socksBig forehead, had ears like SpockHe was mightier than a truck load of gatsAnd bound to make a ***** cum in six minutes flat[Raekwon]What up kid? Stay livinSeen you look good, you look live in ya linenAnd you survived ninth inninThe hood got us off the prop without womenAll my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this[Madame D]Ain't nothin but the real, yeahAin't nothin but the realAin't nothin but the real, yeahMillion 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-huhWe gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of lifeWhile the we rumble with the foul and trifeShots fired on the block in threes like Glen RiceMade men think twice about the sacrificeBlack on white, write it for the world to hearWrite it for my fam who not here who do careGlance and stare, why when you can't compare?From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hairMove rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snareBass and drums, see my face in the slumsPedia Brown, media surround my soundWhen you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my soundSample with black, criminal, mechanical rapAssemblin hat, laced in a suit from PhatTwo On Da Road, got them *****es screamin, "Who Dat?"Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that[Hook][Madame D]Two On Da Road, Bobby DigitalHe's a gangsta, yeahNo, no, no, no, no, noLive it up, live it upOh, no, no, no, no, no, no[Hook][Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*]Bang us in ya JeepsShaolin! Bobby DigitalUh-huh, Sunn who?YeahHaha! Yeah!Get that money y'allGet that money y'allGet that money y'allShout in painUh-huh, yeahWeed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazi
