Chrome Wheels (Explicit)

Woke up this morning smoked some sticky green to get me started

Choclate thai all in my eye I'm never broken-hearted

Bang us in ya cars bang us in ya Jeep bang that sht retarded

Bob Digi

Sun Zeini

P Sunn

12 O'Clock

Two 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

I love my brother to death ni**a p**sy to the rest

Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest

A b**ch named Celeste I met her 'round the corner cashin Def Jam cheques

She had some big a** breasts I had to catch her like a short stop on the Mets

I ni**a high off a dime from Gates and Best

Remember grandmother leavin new with Selects

I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex

I remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and Deck

I remember Portland had Clyde Drex' remember 12 O'Clock is a vet

Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leash

I move like days in a week

N***az don't want to face the names on my teeth

N***az carry a cold piece and separate the heat

Ain't scared of the motherf**kin police

Yo yo

Guns jammed up I'm cramed up in my lab

Six n***az six b**ches six fifths an 8 eight bag

One toilet three w**dheads an alcoholic

And two n***az hooked on p**sy

And in the corner was this brother who would study his lessons

And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson

Still cut class and played hookey

Two fresh men from garbage can gave him nookies

Rolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socks

Big forehead had ears like Spock

He was mightier than a truck load of gats

And bound to make a b**ch cum in six minutes flat

What up kid Stay livin

Seen you look good you look live in ya linen

And you survived ninth innin

The hood got us off the prop without women

All my n***az that ride that provide to the end of this

Ain't nothin but the real yeah

Ain't nothin but the real

Ain't nothin but the real yeah

Million dollar deals rollin on Chrome Wheels

Yeah uh-huh yeah

Ain't nothin but the real

This one's on P Sunn word up Yeah uh-huh

We gamble the dice remain humble scramble through the jungle of life

While the we rumble with the foul and trife

Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice

Made men think twice about the sacrifice

Black on white write it for the world to hear

Write it for my fam who not here who do care

From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair

Move rear cop the blue steel bare groove to the snare

Bass and drums see my face in the slums

Pedia Brown media surround my sound

When you see me in the hood of ya town respect my sound

Sample with black criminal mechanical rap

Assemblin hat laced in a suit from Phat

Two On Da Road got them b**ches screamin Who Dat

Two with the plaques two with the gats it's like that

Two On Da Road Bobby Digital

He's a gangsta yeah

No no no no no no

Live it up live it up

Oh no no no no no no

Bang us in ya Jeeps

Shaolin Bobby Digital

Uh-huh Sunn who

Yeah

Haha Yeah

Get that money why'all

Get that money why'all

Get that money why'all

Shout in pain

Uh-huh yeah

W**d blazin cocoa hazin cocoa hazi