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   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      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, 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 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      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      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, 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      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      (Street lights, street lights)   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      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   (Street lights)