When I'm rolling chrome

You can get one in your dome

Bitch nigga, your cover is blown

I got the cut dog sitting low, outside front do'

This how a Texas boy, ride on 84's

Yeah, I'm the whole pint sipper

Candy paint tipper, plus wood grain gripper

Hit downtown, and squash all the plex

They like damn, there's Z-Ro and Mike D and T-Rex

It's welcome to H-Town, it's 3rd Ward talking

When the hog go to the barking, y'all niggaz know to park it

All that extra etcetera, y'all don't want no problem

This thang under my waist, came here to solve it

A nigga jack me, I'll jack you back

Cause it's a must I roll Lac, with the fifth in the back

Hear them old school playing, with a whole bunch of money

Still do it in these streets, like I'm young and just start coming

The Black Victor new mayn, straight out of Screwston

Rolling on chrome, tell them haters bring it on Ro

Jackers wanna know, what I'm holding on

When I'm rolling chrome

You can get one, in your dome

Bitch nigga, your cover is blown

Now whenever I'm seen in the city, I'm looking so grown

Either the Crentley or the van, I'm on top of something so chrome

Candy blue paint on my car, candy blue paint on my van

I know it look like diamonds on the steering wheel, but they on my hand

Just look at my piece and chain, ain't this proof that I'm having thangs

But dude I tell ya back up, and with the mac soon as you snatch it mayn

End up just like Showtyme, he got robbed bout three or fo' times

Bling-blinging ain't for everybody baby, but Ro gon' shine

Pardon me if you don't mind, Mo City my stomp ground

Use to call us pretty niggaz, until we started leaving chalk outlines

Tote big pistols and walk round, and seek out those who talk down

Run up in em like a dildo, then spray the place lay the law down

Ain't none of my riches come for free, I broke my back to make it

And since my spine still hurting, I'll be damned if anybody's taking

Anything I worked hard fo', when I slaved over the stove

What you see me with go inside the box with me, fuck you hoes ah-ha

I bought a Cadillac, dropped it on the street top

Think it was '88 I start slanging crack rock, yeah

Same year, was the birth of Corleone

Caught me sliding up Main, by Camroe on chrome

Grill under my woman, see me when I'm coming

Looking for you haters, with my 18's humming

I was crawling hurting, breaking up the strip

Chrome 84's, hell yeah they been dipped nigga

A message to anybody, in a candy coated fo' do'

Fucking with a fast food drive through, is a no-no

Get done like Kane did ol' boy, in that Mustang

In Menace II Society, die or give it up quietly

Hold what you got, gon' bring them 84's out a lot

Jackers'll find out where you lay your head, and be at your spot

That's why my pistol be in my lap, when I be rolling

It's not playa to leave home rolling, and come back strolling