The 6 Mafia - On Some Chrome lyrics
rate meI gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
Now let the pain begin
I'm born and bred off in the city of sin
The dirty dime know that, off in Memphis Ten
With my dudes getting throwed stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle meth on the low
With my homies riding high with bump in the back
Sometimes my rap with a body bag
Every click in the club, our side ain't joking
In the parking lot, I toke we smoking
And we smash out, dog barking under the bumper
Ten cars deep got it sounding like some thunder
Riding 28's, UGK in the back
And the smoke still blowing out the barrel of the gat
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
First day I got out the slave plantation
My niggas and my bitches gave me a donation
Next day bought a spur, silver not black
Look at me and that yay in that candy red lac
And all I can remember I was draped in stones
Every day I drive a Bentley now look at the grows
Bun B the, hoping out the slab 100 carrot jewelry
Ready to protect it baby strapped up with my toolery
Boys like to play but I ain't with that Tom foolery
I lay 'em down quick, that’s just the old school in me
They don't wanna see a nigga go, I might not come back
When I beat 'em down like a Paul and Juicy J track
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
It’s the first of the month, I wanna stunt so player I'mma kick it
Straight to the car lot this Cadillac I gotta flip it
And I ain't playing around with stress I just unzip and hit it
And I ain't paying for all the weed, my nigga, we gotta split it
Wanna hood ride then you riding with a bounce
I got them suicide doors, 26s on the front
That Patrone and that goose I drink it from the hip
‘Cause I’m always at the bar that’s why all my money spent
I'm the trap man, trap man
Looking for a girl with fine cap man, cap man
Falling in the club, you know I'm rolling I'm rolling
I feel like Santa Claus I bring the hoes in, the hoes in
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
I gotta put this on that chrome
Getting paid, motherfucker
Candy drip off that chrome
On them things, motherfucker
22 inches on that chrome
Gripping grain, motherfucker
They don't leave us alone
Cocaine, motherfucker
