Phoenix Arizona puts the heat up on ya I should warn ya The girls as fine as California Speaking of Cali Check your mack daddy He gots game, and knocks dames from Redding to the Valley
am I Sitting on a bench on the edge of a valley City light lakes and smoke stack clouds I've got a pocket full of lint and a 22 footprint Give me chrome
, and still we never part. Chorus [Third Verse] I remember December of 88', blue boys hit the cut was To late to break, Had to swallow three stones tossed My Chrome
Ooh, let's call out now to the valley down below You'll have to burn this house down so we can find a home Or you'll tear it down now or return to dust
sense No false pre-tense (Tense, tense) U-huh, don't make no sense Not a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man One for the money in the valley
can see a tread I'm seeing scores, a pitbull and he's smellin dead Slipped on my slippers, the ones with the chromed zippers Knocked out a shadow in
been waitin' for this To put an end to all bliss Oh there's works to be done Oh there's work under the sun Happy New Year! In the back alley's Millionaire valley
how many times I'm sedatin' my asphyxiated from beginnin' broke And the bombast weed smoke that'll make a nigga choke To my loc's way down in the Valley
spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime Wind in my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome
you, punk bitch And fuck you too, this is L.A. Zoo And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
[Verse 1] Yeah though I walk through the valley of death Vest on, Teflon NOW IM approached in my Hurricane sweats Black chrome my shoulder, big wheel '
me But nothing's more important than the fight for freedom I'm standing on the mountain top and I think I can see them I'm walking through the valley
, I guaranteePick up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the fullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the chrome I'm packin'When I'm
up with that one of these days i'm gonna get you bitch find your body in an valley in the alley in a ditch with a 45 chrome to the back of your
that open road, Lionize And eye the prize And wear the crown of chrome Holy, lord you lead me Passage round the sun, traveler Sky and valley Born before
, mega popular, modern mobster Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars {Myalansky} Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's nice Rule out, silk low valley
yack strapped with a gat and a nine I've been to your house I've seen your chrome But you ain't gone bust a grape in Napa valley with golf shoes on A