Chrome & Paint
Ice Cube Lyrics


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[Ice Cube]
Yay yay! Cali-forn-yi-aye
Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out
Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out
You know! Let 'em know

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
I got chrome and paint
Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint
Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
Street lights, dance on paint
Street lights, dance on chrome
Street lights, get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone

[Ice Cube]
I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin' niggas for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ball
He's got nuts and plus the Don touch
And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
Can't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
That niggas, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

[Chorus]

[W.C.]
I'm ghetto like grits, die before I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers
I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
Rollin up imperial in Dickie material
All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle
Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap
Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs
Laughin' at you niggas on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thing thing to make the dome stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Street lights (woop woop) [Repeat: x2]
Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo

[Chorus]





[Ice Cube]
Street lights [echoes]

Overall Meaning

The song โ€œChrome and Paintโ€ by Ice Cube feat. WC was released in 2006 and is a celebration of classic lowrider culture. The opening lyrics describe a Sunday afternoon in California, where owners of souped-up lowrider cars โ€œpull it out, whip it out, drive it out, drop it out.โ€ The chorus references the titular chrome and paint that adorn these cars, which reflect the streetlights and create a dazzling effect. While the song is an ode to the lowrider lifestyle, it also presents a tough, gangster rap edge, with lyrics describing firearms and violent imagery. WC raps about his own street cred and warns against crossing him, while Ice Cube references his own infamous temper and attitude towards law enforcement. Despite these aggressive lyrics, โ€œChrome and Paintโ€ remains a popular party song, due to its catchy beat and infectious chorus.


Overall, the song is a tribute to the cars and culture of lowriders in Southern California, but also presents a darker and more aggressive side of gangster rap. Its popularity is due to its infectious beat, memorable chorus, and references to a unique cultural aesthetic. Additionally, it could be seen as a commentary on the intersections of car culture and rap music, and how both are woven into the fabric of urban life.


Line by Line Meaning

Yay yay! Cali-forn-yi-aye
I am excited for California because it is full of opportunity and good times.


Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out
It's Sunday and time to show off my car.


Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out
Show off my car by taking it out, driving it, and then parking it.


I got chrome and paint
I have an impressive car with shiny chrome and a painted exterior.


Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint
Don't question my car's worth, I have chrome and paint.


Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint
Don't act like you have something better than me, I have chrome and paint.


Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
I am enjoying my car and smoking weed in it.


Street lights, dance on paint
The lights reflect beautifully off the shiny painted surface of my car.


Street lights, dance on chrome
The lights reflect beautifully off the shiny chrome parts of my car.


Street lights, get a nigga home
The street lights guide me home safely.


You can die in these streets all alone
The streets can be dangerous and you might end up dying alone.


I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
I am not someone to mess with, as I am too old and wise for that.


To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
Don't try to play games with me, I'm not your subordinate.


I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
I am easily angered and can be a dangerous person to cross.


The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas
I have a sniper's precision and strength, and people should not mess with me.


Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Like Jay-Z, I will retire as a successful musician. Unlike Jigga, I will still be fierce like Attila the Hun.


Killin' niggas for fun, these rappers is done
I am so talented that I can easily defeat other rappers in a rap battle.


The bigger they come, the harder they fall
The more successful someone is, the greater their downfall will be.


I burn like the sun, continue to ball
I shine like the sun and continue to be successful in my career.


He's got nuts and plus the Don touch
He has courage and skill in addition to connections with powerful people (like mob bosses).


And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
He splits the fine weed and then refers to Starsky and Hutch, a famous TV cop duo.


He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
He's probably having sex with multiple women at once.


Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
He's hiding in the shadows and thinks of himself as powerful, like the ancient Egyptian ruler.


Can't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
We can't take down this person because they simply have good luck.


That niggas, really love him and tear the city up
This person is well-liked and can rally a following to cause chaos in the city.


Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Despite the fact that I'm getting hassled by the police,


Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
The police should know how I react when I'm in my car, driving low to the ground.


I'm ghetto like grits, die before I snitch
I embrace the ghetto culture and will never rat out someone else.


Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
My loose-fitting khaki pants hang low like saggy breasts.


Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
The interior of my car is luxurious and not like your mother's car.


Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers
If you steal my money, you'll end up dead and people will be placing flowers on your grave.


I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
I can shoot someone with hollow-tipped bullets that will go straight through their skull.


Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
I'm pressing a button to activate my hydraulic suspension system that makes my car jump and dance.


Rollin up imperial in Dickie material
I am smoking high-quality weed while wearing Dickies (a brand of work pants).


All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle
I am shooting at your car from the sides and back.


Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
My guns are loaded, my car is customized, and I'm making lots of money.


Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up
My dress shoes are shiny and clean, and I'm wearing a golf hat flipped up at an angle.


I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
If you mess with me, I will kill you and make sure you're completely erased from existence.


I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap
I will shoot you until your car window shatters and the glass falls into your lap as you die.


Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs
I don't care about being a rapper, I'd rather wear a clean T-shirt and eat ribs.


Laughin' at you niggas on MTV Cribs
I am chuckling at people who show off their expensive homes on MTV Cribs.


I got the chrome thing thing to make the dome stank
I have an impressive car with shiny chrome and painted parts that makes people jealous.


Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
This is my life as a person from the hood, and my car represents my success.


Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'po'
Despite getting in trouble with the police,


Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
The police should know how I behave when driving a low-rider car.


Street lights
The lights on the street at night.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: STEPHEN ANDERSON, O'SHEA JACKSON, WILLIAM CALHOUN, JOHN BERRY, DON COVAY

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@rboothy9795

If ice cube ainโ€™t in your top 5 we canโ€™t be friends the guy a legend I been listening to him since nwa never failed to amaze me

@UnitedPacci

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@masonjohnson3406

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