My Chrome (Edited Version)

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