Chrome Wheels
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


Woke up this morning
Smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate Thai, all in my eye
I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
Bang that shit retarded

Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini)
P. Sunn, (12 O’Clock)
Two On Da Road on this, 12 O’Clock
I love my brother to death that old hip-hop
Catch this! Hot Nix’
You know? Big tits

I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named Celeste
I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check
She had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets
A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex
I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck
Remember Portland had Clyde Drex’
Remember 12 O’Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash
I move like days in a week
Niggas don't know the face and names on my teeth
Niggas carry a chrome piece, and separate the heat
Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police

Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab
Six niggas, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
And two niggas hooked on pussy
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson
Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like Spock
He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat

What up kid? Stay winnin', seen you look good
You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin'
The hood got us off the prop without women
All my niggas that ride that provide to the end of this

Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' but the real
Million dollar deals
Rollin' on Chrome Wheels
Ain't nothin but the real

We gamble the dice
Remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat
Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin', ”Who Dat?”
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that

Woke up this morning
Smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate Thai, all in my eye
I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
Bang that shit retarded
Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
Please don't get me started

No, no, no, no, no, no
Live it up, live it up
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

Woke up this morning
Smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate Thai, all in my eye
I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
Bang that shit retarded
Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
Please don't get me started

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: COREY WOODS, ELGIN EVANDER TURNER, ROBERT F. DIGGS, VIRGIL L. RUFF

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Comments from YouTube:

J M

This was like my anthem in high school. Smoke some sticky green to get me started. That's why they call it high school. But don't be like me kids, please. Stay in school, say your prayers and eat your vitamins.

Stan Adcock

RZA kills shit with this wicked ass beat.

ToyMachine501

why cant any of my friends bump this shitt in thier cars i cant take that electro house music shit

SMTE

this is definition on hip hop

SIRTURF

smte one Wu Tang I like em , tru legends but comparing them to History Makers like NWA is like comparing Patrick Ewing to Kobe Bryant...

SIRTURF

smte one Wu Tang I like em , tru legends but comparing them to History Makers like NWA is like comparing Patrick Ewing to Kobe Bryant...

inGraffitiWetrust

@Roland Szénási  try sunz-of-men and killarmy :)

Wise 
Universal 
Truth 
Among 
New 
Generation 

Rolando Rolo

Wu-Tang Clan is, all of dem members for me are lyrical geniuses! Best group ever, even N.W.A looks shit compared to dem! Wish more people would realize ahah

Isabella Zelisca

I LOVE RZA TO DEATH!!!

Niccole Evans

chocolate tie all in my eye I'm never broken hearted

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