Chromed Out

[Verse 1 (Nigel)] Cruising round the city in a chromed out Dyno bitch Riding rich you could see me high on all types of shit Tell me what the problem is Riding with my posse on Broadway Handle of Jack Daniels in broad day Asking what the broad say, they can’t really catch up I meet ‘em at the Asian pub, treat ‘em to some Asian love One cup of woo woo, three shots of silver Vodka martini ‘cuz I’m feeling like that nigga I like em shaken not stirred, in sockless oxfords I’m kind of drunk, show me how that box work Let’s ride back to Q­U, pedal down that boulevard First I gotta make some rounds, LES for open bars Who do I keep drinking and searching for mean women And clean linen, got a nigga speeding and head spinning Too drunk to head home I might just start urlin’ Let’s chain this to the street lamp and get it in the mornin’ [Chorus (Cody)] Riding...don’t you want to follow me? Headed through the city mane Don’t nobody bother me ‘Cus we be riding, vibing, this is how it goes Pegs all chrome, occupied by some hoes We vibing, riding, this is how it goes Pegs all chrome occupied by some hoes [Verse 2 (Samo)] Riding wild fast down the boulevard of Queens Pound in my backpack, pint in my jeans Hair blowing in the wind like I’m Farrah - Fawcett I’m saucy of course, I’m so awesome Dirty white Vans looking beige and rather dapper Nigel rocks a mustache looking like Frank Zappa Blowing fast like Flash in a matte black Jag Smoking hash mad blasted in the pastures Bike frame painted same color as the moon lit Bike chain spinning like I just signed to G­Unit Weed rotation, never fucking settling Passin’ bottles, passin’ blunts all while still peddlin’ La vie en rose I keep my pink shades on like I’m Liz Claiborne (laugh) (Hold on, hold on, I made a reference to Farrah Fawcett and Liz Claiborne in the same fucking Verse...I’m that nigga) [Chorus (Cody)]