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album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
)
Your hearts just caught up in the moon blue
Moon blue, your beauty's seen by all
The yearning of your call
Travels the world and then makes home my
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Ten number one albums in a row
Who better than me?
Only the Beatles nobody ahead of me
I crush Elvis in his blue suede shoes
Made the rolling stones
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
of doom
Once I’m stunned
Taking everybody out one by one
This is the outcome, of the whole album
I’m am so proud I’m done, I’m done
One more time as we all
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
don't have a chance at rapping
Man, you must be capping
I got flow like a ocean do
Leave effects like a potion brew
Stir you up until you're feeling blue
Man a pupa rambo got di perfect shot
Futuristic ting, a no joke thing
If you're a blue movie boo, haffi link up wid you
Sekkle
Me no want no
Man a pupa rambo got di perfect shot
Futuristic ting, a no joke thing
If you're a blue movie boo, haffi link up wid you
Sekkle
Me no want no
yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no saint.
If it's happy, you can say I ain't.
Feelin' blue
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
I remember back in the day there Wasn't social media no youtube or MP3s
Just browsing at the cds that you see maybe you will
90's album covers were
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
fades to pink and blue
As I cry
In your arms
And if you wanna take a picture
Maybe we could make an album too
And fill it with some stupid memories of us
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
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