gonna see, that since you messed with me) I'm gonna stick it in your heart of chrome (You'll pay eternally, for your heart of chrome) For your heart of chrome
your heart of chrome (I got no self-control, you got a heart of chrome) Yeah, sugar (And now you're gonna see) I'm gonna stick it in your heart of chrome
Übersetzung: Kiss. Heart Of Chrome.
I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss
So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas who Go fuckin wit one of my own No no, wrong, Any place where my chrome Left
: [Diddy:] I can't hear you! I like it when you say my name ("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture...") Y'all gon' love me Feelin it's about
same old rivet gun You need a brand new wrench Someone to pull you down on the ground And cover you with kisses Once I was the jewel of your heart Now
This be West coast ridin' In the flyest two seater With the fast low leader So the hood's over heated Candy painted whip Doin' kisses on tip I'm a lowridin
s wit' you, gotta push tha issue, on the fools that dis you, whether pump or pistol, when it's up in yo' gristle, hand yo' mama a tissue, If I decide to kiss
the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear Forget about it you don
you sofa, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her
: (feat. G/ciples) [Killah Priest:] Alone in the desert, in the zone with the chrome weapon Eyes shut, back, touchin' kiss the Stonehenge's Think of
the sky moves slow I hear the bird don't sing I hear the field don't blow I hear the bell don't ring I hear the bell don't ring Out here the good
feel? Baby look tough with a gangsta grill I ain't rich, but I pay my bill I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil' My hood tripping, chrome wheel
