Artist: Rapsody
Album:  Laila's Wisdom
Song:   Chrome (Like Ooo)
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro]
You gon' make a nigga pull up on you
Pull up on you, pull up on you
You gon' make my niggaz pull up on you
Pull up on you, pull up on you
You gon' make my niggaz pull up on you
Pull up on you, pull up on you

[Rapsody]
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You got a shot young'n, you ain't gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock (right)
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock (word)
Who your leader and where y'all goin?
My army big enough carry a Boeing, ride off to the Lox (we see you)
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin through my knots (that's right)
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz (Squad!)
Mama got soulfood cookin in the pot
You in a grave situation, you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart
Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin without heart (yeah)
One life to live so you gotta make a mark (yeah)
West side told one thang, don't never rock wit marks (word)
I only rock wit Mark, that's my lil' bruh
That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back, that thang still sharp (yeah)
I really play the game, y'all commentate behind doors (I see you)
Don't never say my name cause it might end yours
I never been lazy but I/eye seen a plenty +Forest+
+Whitaker+, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain't got +Keys+ like Khaled but I still open doors (yeah)
A few in my crew flew the coop (uh)
The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop-WOOP~!
Speedin through the laney, what we call high schoolin
Paint it like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won't get it
I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it

[Chorus]
When I ooooh! (Ooh!)
Pull up in the coooupe
When the chrome comin? It's comin in Juuune
When the chrome comin? It's comin in Juuune
Juuune, and now they like ooooh!
When I pull up in the coooupe
When the chrome comin? It's comin in Juuune
When the chrome comin? It's comin in Juuune
Oooh, ooh

[Rapsody]
Pull up on 'em - naw, hold pull back
Don't show all your cards, they ain't worth that (why?)
Spoon feed these niggaz, baby teeth these niggaz
Who they teethin on? Me, my nigga!

{*beat changes*}

Chrome been spinnin on my mind
Hair, face, new ouTFIT, I'M FINE
Trips round the world wit homies, we all flyin
Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie (ah!)
Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry
Taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Ride wit me homie, ain't nothin to hold the wheel
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal (it's easy)
Workin on my glow-up, they askin if I got mills
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Good God~! Twenty inches on the axle
We cop them classic ol' thangs in the +Hill+ like Axel
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
(This ain't a game!) Ridin shotgun, sittin askew
On the straight and narrow, called momma
Told her 'bout my summer reign/+Summer Rain+, she thought 'bout Carl Thomas
NO NO NO, no no I'm more like Giannis
Must be real to get these honors, that's why they put Gs' on us

[Chorus 2]
I'm reeeeal!
Represent, where you from? Snow Hiiiill!
When you gon' pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
Keep it real, baby, I'm reeeeal!
Represent, where you from? Snow Hiiiill!
When you gon' pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
Keep it real, baby, I'm reeeeal!