Ya, ya, California
Sunday afternoon, baby
Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out
Drive it out, drop it out
You know?
Let `em know

I got chrome and paint
Ni**a, 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 ni**a home
You can die in these streets all alone

I am the wrong ni**a, too f**kin` grown ni**a
To go for that ni**a, I ain`t `cha hoe ni**a
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong ni**az

Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin` ni**az 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, star sky call hutch
He`s laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he`s king tut

Can`t f**k this ni**a up, `cause just, the ni**a luck
That ni**az, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I`m f**kin` with the po`-po`
Them ni**a know how I act in the low-low

I got chrome and paint
Ni**a, 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 ni**a home
You can die in these streets all alone

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 dickier material
All in your peripheral, throwin` shells at your vehicle

Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo` ass off the map, f**k with dub
I`ll have yo` ass rollin` home with windshield glass on your lap

F**k rap, I`m wearin` a creased tee, eatin` ribs
Laughin` at you ni**az on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c`mon

I got chrome and paint
Ni**a, 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 ni**a home
You can die in these streets all alone

(Street lights, street lights)
Even though I`m f**kin` with the po`-po`
Them ni**a know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo`, ni**a check out my promo
You mo` fo`s can`t f**k with my mojo

I got chrome and paint
Ni**a, 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 ni**a home
You can die in these streets all alone
(Street lights)