[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Cruisin' Frayser Boulevard, made a right on Hollywood, mane
Just bought a sack from the crest, it's all good, mane
In the hood, mane, it's the Project n***aro-ah
N***a from the Northside of Memphis on that dojah
Watch them rollers 'cause you know they out to catch a n***a
See me on them chrome thangs, then they wanna harass a n***a
Pass a n***a by but the outer look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin' to look in my tint
Project movin' on, 'cause I do not bar' them paw-paw's
Just ran out of blunts, so I'm pullin' up at Barbara's
Little store, Garcia blunts call up Gangsta Feed
Cold forty ounce of bud, ice, my n***a, what's next?
Straight to Hyde Park, after dark breakin' down the weed
Curt and Shawn, Hennesey and my n***a Lil' Tyree
Mane, we be on the purest chronic, dog, thats on the town
If you be thinkin' that we lyin' then you come on down

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome, and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
[Verse 2: T-Rock]
Every day is a buddha blessed day
Me and my folks get fulla sacks hay, we boxed in smokin' on the express way
The blunt you bet' not waste, hey, it's three hitter quitter
Just to make sure all of us get high when we split a swisher
Chief some, it's the classic green, I can tell this ain't no babbage weed
My heart is pumpin' through my chest at a rapid speed
Is it hocus pocus? I feel I'm loosin' focus
Yet and even realize my fingernails was burnin' from the roaches
Turn at the long awaited exit, we spot the police
But all drug paraphernalia has been ejected, neglected
Left on the curb, herb in my bloodstream
Spot some hoes, [?] freaks suckin' with all my thugs scream
We love green, it's so swell, we smoke up four L's
Then scoop the hoes, convince them to get naked in the motel
In ATL I'm seein' plenty crunk altercations
This is just the average day for n***as constantly blazin'

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Fifteens, seventeens, n***as on them twankies
Ridin' through the town, dog, smokin' on some stanky
Indo-nesia bumpin' out the kickbox
Smoke out the sun roof, Gat in the stash spot
City hot, with that zero tolerance, that's bullshit
N***as still ridin', still cheif and get full, bitch
Fingernails split the blunt, Tobacco out, in with weed
N***a like me smoke a ounce down to the seeds
Certain weed sneak up on you, dog, hit you like a bull
Most weed knock you on your ass when you take a pull
Fire shit get you high, bitch, make you wanna fuck
Candy pearl white paint job, mane, on Juicy's truck
Freaky slut wanna fuck with us but you get no props
Eyes poppin' out ya' head, while you at the bus stop
Bitches hatin' too, now you know, that that's a damn shame
M-Town players on chrome, smokin' dope, mane

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane
Ridin' on Chrome and we smokin' on some dope, mane