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  • Текст песни Холодный Кью - Хром и картины

    Исполнитель: Холодный Кью
    Название песни: Хром и картины
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    Тут расположен текст песни (слова песни) Холодный Кью - Хром и картины, перевод и видео (клип).
    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
    Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint
    Bitch 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 nigga home
    You can die in these streets all alone

    [Ice Cube]
    I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga
    To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
    I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
    The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz
    Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
    Killin niggaz 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 sluts, up in some guts
    Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
    Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
    That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up
    Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
    Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

    [Chorus]

    [W.C.]
    I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
    Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
    Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
    Play with my dollars on yo' ass 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 dickie 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' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
    I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap
    Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
    Laughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
    I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
    Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon

    [Chorus]

    Street lights (woop woop) {*2X*}
    Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
    Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
    Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
    You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo

    [Chorus]
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