a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the ocean cause I'm where
' me knowing they be playin' me Get a name right next time you dissin' me on this CD B Double O seven money I was playin' on a play station Ride by waving
I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
, it's 2002 What y'all gon do? Keep it real gangsta Man, it's been a long time comin' Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah Wave
I'm a representative, for the Assholes Try to run up on me, I'll teach a nigga how to stunt Southwest, you better get your hands up 'Fore I send a wave
that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup now you know we gone, goin real strong I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long drop
a photo drop So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop Been riding clean Since Rodney King Martin Luther Dream and chrome
on my own Gripping wood grain and riding on chrome Sprinkling game everywhere that I go Cause all these horny girls wanna fuck Now I was old school riding
away from somewhere I don?t wanna be Baby I?m gone, when you read these words I?ll be a blue of chrome I wanna ride, watch the heat waves rise I wanna
(Blackmore/Turner) Rough and ready rider In a supersonic sound machine Rock and Roll survivor Chrome pipes between your knees Running all the red lites
mine, you my PayPal See I don't get how this guy is a threat I make his life inept for a pie to the neck Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
chrome (8x) Chorus: *with sample from eazy e* He once was a dog from around the way... [so you better take it] Eazy! [and I'm sittin on chrome
you'se a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz
chips than IBM Fuck with me, you make the news at five PM If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta
A.k.a., R. Kelly, 'cause I'm fucking with kids You know [unverified], slouch socks, Air-Ones and braids Throwbacks, academics, and a wave cap, old school caddy Riding
alone, got license for my chrome Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!" Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
is what I act like when I smoke on black Stay high wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts From the street Bible or the street Quran Fake thugs ride the dick
' the guns in my holster to make room Like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow Turn around and wave