One hundred years from now See the chrome, can't hear it move I'll meet you on the way down Wrapped around somebody's hand We've all moved on from here
Take me for a ride away from places I have known, If I stay around I'll just remember I'm alone There's someone in my memory making me move on, What was
Traduzione: Corsa. Chrome Waves.
blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a bus pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where
'll blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a buss pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where
computers I won't ever cheat on my bitch but I'll still sleep with a luger you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazin' I guess my gangsta
t nothin', get back to grindin' On the Eastside We ride And Drive-By And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye I try To get along and
saying You boys ain't fucking with it, wave your white flags [Sir Daily:] It's Sir Daily back do'ing, PJ and Kyleon Sliding on chrome, wrecking microphones
[Cam'ron] Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
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
El compadre Chingo Bling, Mike Jones, y Paul Guero We like bad hoes We ride 24's The kind that don't stop jes sir we ride those (Bloop Bloop) Drip drop
me 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
I'm straight cold killin' it Super spoke chrome everytime I'm wheelin' it Dat Nigga Daz for life, no more Daz Dillinger Swallow my pride and I'll ride
got twelve arm robberies pendin a dope charge, a gun charge hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case twenty niggas, the ride a spot OT and some
Middle fingers up Wave 'em from side to side Ride or die Do or Die Outlaw for life Middle fingers up Wave 'em from side to side Ride or die Do or Die
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 goodbye
