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I got chrome (I got chrome)
On my 20 inch rims (rims) 20 inch rims (rims)
Chrome (chrome...chrome) my 20 inch rims (rims)

Now you thought I was the 3-1-3, try 9-8-9
Windows down, my system up when it's warm outside
It's the lowridin' floss man
Superstar international boss man
Neighborhood crime man
Sixteens or seventeens
I roll on some dee's and voles with the fifteens
CD changer, matter of fact MP3 player
Got the sound boost and nothing can save ya
So control your jawbone and leave your saliva in
'Til I hit my hydraulics and hit my jump high
4 feet 2, 5 feet 3 (oh), 6 feet 4, 7 feet 5 (ooh)
Read the bumper sticker and do what it says
Do not tail gate, you just cuttin' it too close
Eighteens, Nineteens, these what I love the most

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Now everyday is a different day, so stop the hating
and start getting yours, and start the playing
Twenties, twenty-ones
0-2-2, what 'cha gonna do?
You checkin' out my ride, don't you wish you had one
With turbo boosts, man this is so much fun
Twenty-threes, twenty-fours (what?!?!)
Way too big, too expensive (not!)
I blast music in front of cops
Can't stop, turn corner blast the same spot
Think not, got the good tasting in bassing
Magic Mike is what I like
See my windows vibe, they just might
Man I be doing twenty on a forty speed limit
People scared to pass 'cause they feel timid
I got peeps calling me the biggest baller
Now I'm sportin' this ride like a baller (ha ha!!)

Is it 'cause they like my lowrider? (lowrider)
Is it 'cause they never seen anything nicer? (anything nicer)
Is it 'cause they like my sound system? (sound system)
Is it 'cause the like the way it listens? (it listens..ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it
And they just won't let me be
I handle my biz, don't jock me (got)
Calm down and let me be free (chrome)
Whenever I floss (I floss), turnin' heads
Twenty or twenty-twos
You know that I ball (I ball), stop fakin
and I just might let you in (chrome)

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