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Hoo Called Me From His Throne (Phat’Mix)

#westcoast #hiphop #g-funk

Title: “Chrome By My Side”[Hook – talk box, slow, dusty, sun-warped]
Chrooome by my siiiide, .9 in my waaaist
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup, Arizona taaaaste
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round”
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade  [Verse 1]
’64 dippin’ low on the red dirt strip
Chrome by my side, .9 sittin’ on my hip
Gold Daytons catch the sun like a mirage flash
Coors Light poppin’, Silver Bullet with the ice-cold splash
Shorty in them cutoffs, tan lines lookin’ lethal
Turquoise on her neck, but the chrome stay see-through
Heat waves risin’ off the hood like chronic smoke
Talk box moanin’ sweet while the subwoofers choke
From South Tucson blocks to the eastside glow
Cruisin’ Speedway slow, let the whole city know
Catalinas watchin’ while the sun bleed red
Chrome by my side, that’s the code we live by, fam  [Hook – talk box]
Chrooome by my siiiide, .9 in my waaaist
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup, Arizona taaaaste
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round”
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade  [Verse 2]
Backyard kickback, mesquite smoke in the sky
Cooler full of Banquets, stackin’ Silver Bullets high
.9 on the table next to the lime and the tongs
Tío flippin’ carne while the talk box sings songs
Coyotes laughin’ in the dark, but the chrome stay calm
One hand on a cold one, one hand ready for harm
She said “You a cowboy?” I said “Somethin’ like that”
Stetson tilted, D-backs fitted, chrome where it’s at
Neon flickerin’ off the old-school motels
Speedway Blvd forever, that’s the street that never tells  [Bridge – talk box thick and wavy]
Cactus and chrooo-ome
Silver Bullets and boo-tie
Old Pueblo dreee-ams
Till the sunrise tru-lyyyy  [Final Hook – talk box + ad-libs]
Chrooome by my siiiide (locked & loaded), .9 in my waaaist (always)
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup (Banquet, baby)
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round” (come here, girl)
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade (520 till we ouuuut)  (Beat fades with talk box moaning “Chroooome… Speeeed-way… siiiil-ver…” over distant train horns and that lonely G-funk whistle)

Chrome By My Side

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