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On Some Chrome
by UGK
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Goin' on,
Hypnotize minds
Three 6 mafia,
Featuring UGK
Rest in peace Pimp C
Hold up,
[Chorus: x2]
I got put this on that chrome
(Gettin' paid motherfucker)
Candy drip off that chrome
(On them things motherfucker)
22 inches on that chrome
(Grippin' 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 gettin' throwed stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle meth on the low
With my homies ridin' high with bump in the back
Sometimes my rap with a body, back
Every click in the club, our side ain't jokin'
In the parking lot, I toke we smokin'
And we smash out, dog barkin' under the bumper
Ten cars deep got it sounding like some thunder
Riding 28's, UGK in the back,
And the smoke still blowin' out the barrel of the gat
[Chorus: x2]
First day I got out the slave plantation
My niggas and my bitches gave me a donation
Next day bought a spur, sliver not black
Look at me and that yay in that candy red lac
And all I can remember I was draped in stones
Everyday I drive a Bentley now look at the grows
Bun B the, hopin' 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, thats 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
[Chorus: x2]
Its the first of the month, I wanna stunt so playa I'ma kick it
Straight to the car lot this Cadillac I gotta flip it
And I ain't playin' with stress I just unzip and hit it
And I ain't payin' for all the weed nigga we gotta split it
Wanna hood ride then you ridin' with a bounce
I got them suicide doors, 26's on the front
That patron and that goose I drink it from the hip
Cause im always at the bar thats why all my money spent
I'm the trap man, trap man
Lookin' for a girl with fine cap man, cap man
Fallin' in the club you know I'm rollin' I'm rollin'
I feel like santa clause I bring the hoes in, the hoes in
[Chorus: x2]
Goin' on,
Hypnotize minds
Three 6 mafia,
Featuring UGK
Rest in peace Pimp C
Hold up,
[Chorus: x2]
I got put this on that chrome
(Gettin' paid motherfucker)
Candy drip off that chrome
(On them things motherfucker)
22 inches on that chrome
(Grippin' 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 gettin' throwed stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle meth on the low
With my homies ridin' high with bump in the back
Sometimes my rap with a body, back
Every click in the club, our side ain't jokin'
In the parking lot, I toke we smokin'
And we smash out, dog barkin' under the bumper
Ten cars deep got it sounding like some thunder
Riding 28's, UGK in the back,
And the smoke still blowin' out the barrel of the gat
[Chorus: x2]
First day I got out the slave plantation
My niggas and my bitches gave me a donation
Next day bought a spur, sliver not black
Look at me and that yay in that candy red lac
And all I can remember I was draped in stones
Everyday I drive a Bentley now look at the grows
Bun B the, hopin' 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, thats 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
[Chorus: x2]
Its the first of the month, I wanna stunt so playa I'ma kick it
Straight to the car lot this Cadillac I gotta flip it
And I ain't playin' with stress I just unzip and hit it
And I ain't payin' for all the weed nigga we gotta split it
Wanna hood ride then you ridin' with a bounce
I got them suicide doors, 26's on the front
That patron and that goose I drink it from the hip
Cause im always at the bar thats why all my money spent
I'm the trap man, trap man
Lookin' for a girl with fine cap man, cap man
Fallin' in the club you know I'm rollin' I'm rollin'
I feel like santa clause I bring the hoes in, the hoes in
[Chorus: x2]
