Have you ever rode clean? (Clean) Top chopped off fall in low when it crawls on the scene High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene Have you ever rode clean?
If I was a rim I'd probably hug on the curb And scrape the ground when I swang, dodgin' potholes when I swerve Wrapped in some Vogues and it's true, not a pebblе in my groove In a beef with the bumper 'causе it scrub when I move Elevated, modulated with adapter Now the ride is smoother, stop and take a picture, that's a shine You should capture with a flick, a flame, if I was the trunk, it'd bang I be throwed in the game, mane
Have you ever rode clean? (Clean) Top drop don't fall in low when it crawls on the scene High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene Have you ever rode clean?
If I was a grill, I'd shine my light on the real And motherfuck all them laws to show them just how I feel And fall in love with a chrome lady And probably have chrome babies 'cause we got a real connection And candy paint couldn't fade it, close but separated, I know, I know But the neon's around me, so I glow, I glow I'm like the best edition, like, who really needs a engine? I smile, they wave in a distance, like, "My! "
Have you ever rode clean? (Clean) Top drop don't fall in low when it crawls on the scene High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene Have you ever rode clean?