Chrome Wheels Lyrics
| Song | Chrome Wheels |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Iron Flag |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods | |
| 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 shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi) | |
| Sun Zeini (P. Sunn) 12 | |
| O'Clock Two | |
| On Da Road on this (12 O'Clock) | |
| [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, nigga pussy to the rest | |
| Shared a pair of | |
| Guess and an | |
| Eddie Bauer vest | |
| A bitch named | |
| Celeste I met her when | |
| I was goin to cash a | |
| Def Jam check | |
| She had some big ass breasts | |
| I had to catch her like a shortstop on the | |
| Mets A nigga high off a dime from | |
| Gates and | |
| Best Remember grandmother live on | |
| Louis and | |
| Lex I remember | |
| Dirt Dog crashed his white | |
| Lex I remember me and | |
| Meth won a dice game against | |
| Ghost and | |
| Deck Remember | |
| Portland had | |
| Clyde Drex' | |
| Remember 12 | |
| O'Clock is a vet | |
| Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash | |
| I move like days in a week | |
| Niggaz don't know the face and names on my teeth | |
| Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat | |
| Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] | |
| Yo, yo Guns jammed up, | |
| I'm cramed up in my lab | |
| Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags | |
| One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic | |
| And two niggaz hooked on pussy | |
| 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 | |
| Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies | |
| Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks | |
| Big forehead, had ears like | |
| Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats | |
| And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat [Raekwon] | |
| 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 niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this [Madame D] | |
| 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 [Prodical] | |
| 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 | |
| Glance and stare, why when you can't compare? | |
| 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 bitches screamin, "Who Dat?" | |
| Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Hook] [Madame D] | |
| 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 [Hook] [Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*] | |
| Bang us in ya | |
| Jeeps Shaolin! | |
| Bobby Digital | |
| Uh-huh, Sunn who? | |
| Yeah Haha! | |
| Yeah! Get that money y'all | |
| Get that money y'all | |
| Get that money y'all | |
| Shout in pain | |
| Uh-huh, yeah | |
| Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods | |
| Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started | |
| Choclate thai, all in my eye, | |
| I' m never brokenhearted | |
| Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya | |
| Jeep, bang that shit retarded Intro: 12 O' Clock RZA Bob Digi | |
| Sun Zeini P. Sunn 12 | |
| O' Clock Two | |
| On Da Road on this 12 O' Clock | |
| [12 O'Clock] | I love my brother to death That old hiphop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits |
| I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest | |
| Shared a pair of | |
| Guess and an | |
| Eddie Bauer vest | |
| A bitch named | |
| Celeste I met her when | |
| I was goin to cash a | |
| Def Jam check | |
| She had some big ass breasts | |
| I had to catch her like a shortstop on the | |
| Mets A nigga high off a dime from | |
| Gates and | |
| Best Remember grandmother live on | |
| Louis and | |
| Lex I remember | |
| Dirt Dog crashed his white | |
| Lex I remember me and | |
| Meth won a dice game against | |
| Ghost and | |
| Deck Remember | |
| Portland had | |
| Clyde Drex' | |
| Remember 12 | |
| O' Clock is a vet | |
| Big Dogs we put ' em to sleep, keep ' em on a leash | |
| I move like days in a week | |
| Niggaz don' t know the face and names on my teeth | |
| Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat | |
| Ain' t scared of the motherfuckin police RZA | |
| Yo, yo Guns jammed up, | |
| I' m cramed up in my lab | |
| Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags | |
| One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic | |
| And two niggaz hooked on pussy | |
| 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 | |
| Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave ' em nookies | |
| Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks | |
| Big forehead, had ears like | |
| Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats | |
| And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat Raekwon | |
| 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 niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this Madame D | |
| 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 Prodical | |
| Yeah, uhhuh, yeah Ain' t nothin but the real | |
| This one' s on | |
| P. Sunn, word up? | |
| Yeah, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| Glance and stare, why when you can' t compare? | |
| 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 bitches screamin, " Who Dat?" | |
| Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it' s like that Hook Madame D | |
| 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 Hook Outro: Prodical over Madame D' s singing | |
| Bang us in ya | |
| Jeeps Shaolin! | |
| Bobby Digital | |
| Uhhuh, Sunn who? | |
| Yeah Haha! | |
| Yeah! Get that money y' all | |
| Get that money y' all | |
| Get that money y' all | |
| Shout in pain | |
| Uhhuh, yeah | |
| Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods | |
| Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started | |
| Choclate thai, all in my eye, | |
| I' m never brokenhearted | |
| Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya | |
| Jeep, bang that shit retarded Intro: 12 O' Clock RZA Bob Digi | |
| Sun Zeini P. Sunn 12 | |
| O' Clock Two | |
| On Da Road on this 12 O' Clock | |
| [12 O'Clock] | I love my brother to death That old hiphop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits |
| I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest | |
| Shared a pair of | |
| Guess and an | |
| Eddie Bauer vest | |
| A bitch named | |
| Celeste I met her when | |
| I was goin to cash a | |
| Def Jam check | |
| She had some big ass breasts | |
| I had to catch her like a shortstop on the | |
| Mets A nigga high off a dime from | |
| Gates and | |
| Best Remember grandmother live on | |
| Louis and | |
| Lex I remember | |
| Dirt Dog crashed his white | |
| Lex I remember me and | |
| Meth won a dice game against | |
| Ghost and | |
| Deck Remember | |
| Portland had | |
| Clyde Drex' | |
| Remember 12 | |
| O' Clock is a vet | |
| Big Dogs we put ' em to sleep, keep ' em on a leash | |
| I move like days in a week | |
| Niggaz don' t know the face and names on my teeth | |
| Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat | |
| Ain' t scared of the motherfuckin police RZA | |
| Yo, yo Guns jammed up, | |
| I' m cramed up in my lab | |
| Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags | |
| One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic | |
| And two niggaz hooked on pussy | |
| 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 | |
| Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave ' em nookies | |
| Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks | |
| Big forehead, had ears like | |
| Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats | |
| And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat Raekwon | |
| 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 niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this Madame D | |
| 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 Prodical | |
| Yeah, uhhuh, yeah Ain' t nothin but the real | |
| This one' s on | |
| P. Sunn, word up? | |
| Yeah, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| Glance and stare, why when you can' t compare? | |
| 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 bitches screamin, " Who Dat?" | |
| Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it' s like that Hook Madame D | |
| 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 Hook Outro: Prodical over Madame D' s singing | |
| Bang us in ya | |
| Jeeps Shaolin! | |
| Bobby Digital | |
| Uhhuh, Sunn who? | |
| Yeah Haha! | |
| Yeah! Get that money y' all | |
| Get that money y' all | |
| Get that money y' all | |
| Shout in pain | |
| Uhhuh, yeah | |
| Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin |
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