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(feat. W.C.)
Ice Cube
Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye
Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out
Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out
You know! Let 'em know
Chorus: Ice Cube
I got chrome and paint
nigg* what you thank, I got chrome and paint
b*tch what you drank, I got chrome and paint
Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint
Street lights - dance on paint
Street lights - dance on chrome
Street lights - get a nigg* home
You can die in these streets all alone
Ice Cube
I am the wrong nigg*, too fkin grown nigg*
To go for that nigg*, I ain't 'cha hoe nigg*
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ball
He's got nuts and plus the Don touch
and split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
He's laid, with some gals, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
Cain't fk, this nigg* up, cause just, the nigg* luck
That , really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fkin with the po'-po'
Them nigg* know how I act in the low-low
Chorus
W.C.
I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my as* khakis sag like cellulite t*ts b*tch
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' as* they'll be layin flowers
I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch
Rollin up imperial in d*ckie material
All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle
Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' as* off the map, fk with Dub
I'll have yo' as* rollin home with windshield glass on your lap
fk rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Laughin at you on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever b*tch, chrome and paint, c'mon
Chorus
Ice Cube
Street lights (woop woop) 2X
Even though I'm fkin with the po'-po'
Them nigg* know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigg* check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fk with my mojo
Chorus
Ice Cube
Street lights echoes
