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Paint and Paint (Haircut 100) · Featuring...Ice Cube (Ice Cube) · Featuring...Ice Cube [Clean] (Ice Cube) · The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Ice Ice Baby (Madagascar 5) · Ice Ice Baby (Salsa) (Big Daddi) · Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Electric Sugar Cube Flashbacks (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Red Cube(d) (Guillermo Gregorio) · The Collection [Cube Version] (Cyndi Lauper) – and 90 other albums »


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[Chorus: Ice Cube]
I got chrome and paint
Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint
Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint
Smokin'
Brainiac, Mack 10!
[Mack] My n**** if you plot it, best believe I got it
[Mack] And it`s on... feel the chrome

[Ice Cube]
You in the Stargate, trying
Ranchers
'Cause I shine like Rudolph, nigga fuck Prancer!
Ice Cube, reflect like chrome (bling!)
When I'm in the hood, I run it like Rome

[Chorus]
screaming] It's ALIVE!

[Ice Cube]
It's pourin rain, thunder and lightning
Clash of the titans, I'm home writin
Gangsta rap has arrived, I'm the only man
[Ice Cube]
I love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank
West coast what the fuck you thank?
Everybody here off weed
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate!
Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint!
Ice Cube, I steal a little
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga don't hate
Fuck all you fat fuckers leanin' up against my paint

Ice Cube, I still low
Mack 10!
Mack: My nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it
Mack: And it`s on... feel the chrome

Verse 2
Ice Cube:
You in the Stargate, trying
[Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta why'all,
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog 
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
down, deputies are on the way
Is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?

[2x] n n, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a
[ice cube]
(n
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog 
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
Ma'am?

N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a [Repeat: x2]

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre

[Dr Dre]
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
comes to speed, man, I'm just outa luck
I'm even shut down by the ice cream truck
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)

No go
No go
No-go
a statistic
Ice Cube is very artistic
But I'm still from the hood, will take your existence

So motherfuckers tryin' scratch my paint
It's West Coast in
'cause I'm probably more like nelson mandela than martin luther
More like ice t than ice cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga don't hate
Fuck all you fat fuckers leanin' up against my paint

Ice Cube, I still low
on the block
Suge signed Pac, it was on, 'cause I fuck with Dre
Straight Outta Compton was a product of N.W.A
But shit everything changed when Ice Cube went
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
and chrome rims
Bitch you know what it is
I'm live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live
the jug
Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South