[Ice Cube]
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
n**** what you thank, I got chrome and paint
b**** 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 n**** home
You can die in these streets all alone
[Ice Cube]
I am the wrong n****, too f***** grown n****
To go for that n****, I ain't 'cha hoe n****
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong n*****
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin n***** 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 s****, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
Cain't f***, this n**** up, cause just, the n**** luck
That n*****, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm f***** with the po'-po'
Them n**** know how I act in the low-low
[Chorus]
[W.C.]
I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my a** khakis sag like cellulite t*** b****
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' a** 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 d***ie 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' a** off the map, f*** with Dub
I'll have yo' a** rollin home with windshield glass on your lap
f*** rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Laughin at you n***** on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever b****, chrome and paint, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street lights (woop woop) {*2X*}
Even though I'm f***** with the po'-po'
Them n**** know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', n**** check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't f*** with my mojo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street lights {*echoes*}
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
n**** what you thank, I got chrome and paint
b**** 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 n**** home
You can die in these streets all alone
[Ice Cube]
I am the wrong n****, too f***** grown n****
To go for that n****, I ain't 'cha hoe n****
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong n*****
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin n***** 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 s****, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
Cain't f***, this n**** up, cause just, the n**** luck
That n*****, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm f***** with the po'-po'
Them n**** know how I act in the low-low
[Chorus]
[W.C.]
I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my a** khakis sag like cellulite t*** b****
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' a** 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 d***ie 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' a** off the map, f*** with Dub
I'll have yo' a** rollin home with windshield glass on your lap
f*** rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Laughin at you n***** on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever b****, chrome and paint, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street lights (woop woop) {*2X*}
Even though I'm f***** with the po'-po'
Them n**** know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', n**** check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't f*** with my mojo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Street lights {*echoes*}