"Gold & Chrome" lyrics
Curren$y & Harry Fraud Lyrics
(I know, I know)
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da, da-da, da
East Side on mind, just like every time
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah
(I know, I know)
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Just like his pops did before the world closed
'57 in the paint shop, gettin' straightened out
I'm slidin' in a Caprice right now
'84 with the rag top
Sittin' on the porch at gram's house, watchin' parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowin' in about a month, this whole way of life'll be over, time frozen
No more high fivin' your homies, with your palms open
You gotta watch who you go home with, watch who you smoke with
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Just like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world closed
You gotta watch who you smoke with, who you go home with
Being smart's synonymous with germophobics
When it's hot as it just got
I lost a partner to the virus and a month ago, I seen him cruisin'
The block
Like the murders wasn't enough, some other shit fuckin' with us
These crooked cops will put your dead body in cuffs
That's why I play the cut, tucked in the crib watchin' UFC fights
Without the crowd noise, the shit don't feel right
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world close
NBA games being played in a biosphere
How the fuck did we get here? Everything weird
I'm sure change gon' take some years
But I hope it all clear before my son hit the streets, tryna shift gears
Rollin' with his peers, smokin', you know how it is
I'm just keepin' it real
Yeah, 'cause if he's anything like pops
He gon' take it to the top and I'm gon' watch
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da, da-da, da
East Side on mind, just like every time
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah
(I know, I know)
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Just like his pops did before the world closed
'57 in the paint shop, gettin' straightened out
I'm slidin' in a Caprice right now
'84 with the rag top
Sittin' on the porch at gram's house, watchin' parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowin' in about a month, this whole way of life'll be over, time frozen
No more high fivin' your homies, with your palms open
You gotta watch who you go home with, watch who you smoke with
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Just like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world closed
You gotta watch who you smoke with, who you go home with
Being smart's synonymous with germophobics
When it's hot as it just got
I lost a partner to the virus and a month ago, I seen him cruisin'
The block
Like the murders wasn't enough, some other shit fuckin' with us
These crooked cops will put your dead body in cuffs
That's why I play the cut, tucked in the crib watchin' UFC fights
Without the crowd noise, the shit don't feel right
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did before the world close
NBA games being played in a biosphere
How the fuck did we get here? Everything weird
I'm sure change gon' take some years
But I hope it all clear before my son hit the streets, tryna shift gears
Rollin' with his peers, smokin', you know how it is
I'm just keepin' it real
Yeah, 'cause if he's anything like pops
He gon' take it to the top and I'm gon' watch
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world close
When my son is full grown
May he roll all gold and chrome
In a Chevy of his own
Like his pops did
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
