Chrome Plated Woman Lyrics

[Pimp C:]
Chamillion gave me the bitch, she was already a star (star)
Now all these niggaz wanna fuck my car
She a video hoe, the bitch make big money
Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny
You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine (`zine)
Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens (five screens)
Now watch her fat ass drop (drop)
Fifth po`in out and the trunk gets popped (gets popped)
These niggaz schemin on my young hoe
Niggaz so gung-ho bitch can`t let me go (let me go)
I bring the bitch value up ten times (uhh)
It`s goin higher everytime I write another line
I get my paper in the streets
Big cocaine, grip grain and pimp the lane (pimp the lane)
I really miss Robert Davis
I`m reppin for ya baby leave these niggaz on the pavement

[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

[Bun B:]
Well let me introduce ya to the baddest bitch alive
Can`t nothin fuck wit her (wit her) when I put her in drive
Other hoes got fo` shoes, but mine got five (she got five)
And got the hood buzzin like a beehive
She`s immaculately dressed, with good hygiene
Take a bath everyday, cause she gots to stay clean
I wipe her down slow with a real soft rag
Now she lookin so good (good) a nigga gots to brag (I gots to brag)
When we pull up my nigga we stop to show
You probably kill yourself when you see the suicide do`
In the summertime she might come outside without a top (without a top)
And one look`ll make a nigga mouth drop (ya mouth drop)
We don`t stop we keep it rollin like a ball
With a bitch this bad, how could a nigga take a fall?
Naw she ain`t for y`all, you gots to get your own
Just make sho` that she`s covered in chrome, c`mon

[Chorus]

[singer (Pimp C):]
On the highway (way) livin the fly way (fly way)
Bitch on my hood, guidin my way (uhh)
Money on the nightstand, never did lay (lay)
True to the game, I put that on P.A.

[Pimp C:]
P.A. - still gettin sucked under the street lights (uhh)
And nigga it sho` feel good when you`re livin right (livin right)
Eatin right (eatin right) fuckin right (uhh)
Steady pimpin bitches through my website

[Bun B:]
So get your head right (head right) and get your bread right (bread right)
Cause babygirl`ll hit you in your chest dead right
Have it on your mind cause she`ll put it in your heart
The game`ll be over `fore the motor even start
With the brand new parts (WHAT) got them boys eruptin
But don`t call it plastic surgery, it`s body sculptin
Take a old school give it new car sense
And then I don`t regret one motherfuckin dollar I spent mayne ~!

[Chorus]