Masta Ace Incorporated
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The title track from Masta Ace Incorporated’s second and final studio album, 1995’s “Sittin' on Chrome”, sees Ace boast about his intelligence and skill in the first and third verses, sandwiching a more cautionary tale of the mistakes that someone in his position could make in the second verse.
[Intro] x8
Sittin on chrome
[Chorus] *with sample from Eazy E*
He once was a thug from around the way... [so you better take it]
Eazy! [and I'm sittin on chrome]
He once was a thug from around the way... [so you better take it]
Eazy! [and I'm sittin on chrome]
I just got paid...
It's Friday night...
I'm sittin on chrome...
And I'm feelin alright...
[Verse 1]
Take it EZ, like E cuz I be
Lettin niggas know what time it is when it comes to me
You can't find us here anywhere and I tear
You a new asshole, as beautiful as gold
Look at your reflection in my shine, find
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
But not tonight, I'm sittin on chri-dome
Makin more waves than my cellular phi-done
Mental energy from within keeps me higher
Than anything rolled and set on fire let me try a
Little somethin new, grand cuz what I am
Is mathematic, I must to blow your static if I can
I.N.C., Crew I thought you knew
That's how you do well check it this is how I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm sittin on C-H, R-O-M-E
Sippin Brass Monkey, Digga got the Remy
Martin I'm startin to feel like I wanna
Hit the strip spot and I think that I'm gonna
I see my nigga Jose, "Mida, que pasa?"
We goin to the spot, need a ride? I gotcha
So come on in, come on in, come on in
It's like fire when you see my chrome spin
I paid the valet, I stepped to the stage
I think I wanna play with the girl in the cage
Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance
Baby look I got trouble in my pants
I just checked my wallet, no more dough
I just paid your rent and now I gotta go
She did me till I's done, smooth like Bally
I walked outside, they said that they ain't got no valet
Somebody caught me slippin, dipped with my ride
But we gonna catch they ass on the B-Side
[Chorus]
I just got paid...
It's Friday night...
I'm sittin on chrome...
And I'm feelin alright...
[Verse 3]
You can't I-N-C me, the
Ace niguh, so be ghost like Amity-
-ville horror, till tomorrow, you're done
So jet like Delta, I'm Fly like the Nun
My mental state's, more Great than the Lakes
I'm Superior, it's Erie how I breaks
Niggas down, with the sound as I shine
One time, and the chrome is the mind
[Chorus]