Ridin’ on Chrome - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

Cruisin' Frayser Boulevard, made a right on Hollywood, mane

Just bought a sack from the crest, it's all good, mane

In the hood, mane, it's the Project niggaro-ah

Nigga from the Northside of Memphis on that dojah

Watch them rollers 'cause you know they out to catch a nigga

See me on them chrome thangs, then they wanna harass a nigga

Pass a nigga by but the outer look don't get no hit

See they own reflection when they tryin' to look in my tint

Project movin' on, 'cause I do not bar' them paw-paw's

Just ran out of blunts, so I'm pullin' up at Barbara's

Little store, Garcia blunts call up Gangsta Fred

Cold forty ounce of bud, ice, my nigga, what's next?

Straight to Hyde Park, after dark breakin' down the weed

Curt and Shawn, Hennesey and my nigga, Lil' Tyree

Mane, we be on the purest chronic, dog, thats on the town

If you be thinkin' that we lyin' then you come on down

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane

[Verse 2: T-Rock]

Every day is a buddha blessed day

Me and my folks get fulla sacks hay, we boxed in smokin' on the express way

The blunt you bet' not waste, hey, it's three hitter quitter

Just to make sure all of us get high when we split a Swisher

Chief some, it's the classic green, I can tell this ain't no babbage weed

My heart is pumpin' through my chest at a rapid speed

Is it hocus pocus? I feel I'm loosin' focus

Yet and even realize my fingernails was burnin' from the roaches

Turn at the long awaited exit, we spot the police

But all drug paraphernalia has been ejected, neglected

Left on the curb, herb in my bloodstream

Spot some hoes, [?] freaks suckin' with all my thugs scream

We love green, it's so swell, we smoke up four L's

Then scoop the hoes, convince them to get naked in the motel

In ATL I'm seein' plenty crunk altercations

This is just the average day for niggas constantly blazin'

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane

[Verse 3: Project Pat]

Fifteens, seventeens, niggas on them twankies

Ridin' through the town, dog, smokin' on some stanky

Indo-nesia bumpin' out the kickbox

Smoke out the sun roof, Gat in the stash spot

City hot, with that zero tolerance, that's bullshit

Niggas still ridin', still chief and get full, bitch

Fingernails split the blunt, Tobacco out, in with weed

Nigga like me smoke a ounce down to the seeds

Certain weed sneak up on you, dog, hit you like a bull

Most weed knock you off your ass when you take a pull

Fire shit get you high, bitch, make you wanna fuck

Candy pearl white paint job, mane, on Juicy's truck

Freaky slut wanna fuck with us but you get no props

Eyes poppin' out ya' head, while you at the bus stop

Bitches hatin' too, now you know that that's a damn shame

M-Town players on chrome, smokin' dope, mane

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane