文本歌词

My Chrome (Edited Version) - Killer Mike
You don't have to go home
One time
One time
One time
One time
Easy that cook sh*t got me sleepy
Rolling down 85 leaning but I ain't weaving
Man you should stay a day in the a
A parade of them chevelots colors of flavor aid
Can you believe I got it made
Impala in the garage got forces and all the J's
I'm leaning bad ride shotgun in the Chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
We heading to the spot where we get down where the b**ches at
They talking right acting right walking right
Now to take flight they ain't gotta go home they can stay the night
You don't have to go home
You can stay right here put one in the air
While we're bending corners on my chrome
Same sh*t another year in the southern hemisphere
Wait a while
Ni**a hold up hold up
Make sure they see you when you roll
Hop out that truck all ready f**ked up
Tore up from the motherf**king floor up
From the floor up to the ceiling
Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
Little momma's on e sitting next to me
She's catching a feeling
And I'm feeling like I'm pose to
I'm as fly as a Jordon poster
I'm leaning hair breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic
By the the time my click find me in VIP
I'm lost in a cloud of chronic
Had sex with the best got head from the rest
Motherf**ker believe I done it
You don't have to go home
You can stay right here put one in the air
While we're bending corners on my chrome
Same sh*t another year in the southern hemisphere
Wait a while
Hot tub tony sucka free and still bubling
Truck still rattling and bumping now move something
Hold up big boi I'm still w**d crumpling
Sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping
Lay back lay back treat this eight six cut like a maybac
Hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold
Daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at hood at
Hood rats and decoy B boys understood that
Wheater it's creme de la creme where the good at
I got it in that 15 I had to put the swisher down
Cause my lugs got tired
Now lets ride lets ride
Back down 85 five
With the click in the truck full of chick in the back of the 6
Nobody going home tonight
You don't have to go home
You can stay right here put one in the air
While we're bending corners on my chrome
Same sh*t another year in the southern hemisphere
Wait a while
You don't have to go home
Ahh it feels like e*****y
The sound whoa feels like e*****y
Oooh oohh feels like e*****y feels like e*****y
The groove takes control of me
You don't have to go home
You can stay right here put one in the air
While we're bending corners on my chrome
Same sh*t another year in the southern hemisphere
Wait a while
You don't have to go