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Lowrider (Explicit) - Cypress Hill
Low-ri-der low-ri-der
Aww comin through fo' real
We Cypress Hill ohh baby
Got that crunk for yo' trunk
Goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der
Scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar give a holla
Throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree crack that brew
We gettin freaky tonight
Now when people are done
Bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted
Anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce
For many years already
Rock steady and cut
Many niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up;
Whether it's the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend
But guess what
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut
But you better cover your eyes
Cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees
You're smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs
Your brain's chokin
Just let it soak in seep in creep in
I'm keepin
All you motherf**kers in the deep end
(low-ri-der)
You wanna trip Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off
Cause you ain't rugged
Aww comin through fo'
Real we Cypress Hill ohh baby
Got that crunk for yo' trunk
Goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der
Scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo' collar give a holla
Throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree crack that brew
We gettin freaky tonight
Cause we're Cypress Hill
Come on and ride with us
Just get inside we bouncin dippin
Chop it up real tough
Lean to the side pimp yo' hat
Tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me baby boy
And break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat
In the rafla
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Jueto just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much
No vato's gonna want ya
Not right here homes
We're past all of that
Makin that feria spittin that raps
Yame conoces I'm down for my calle
Cypress Ave y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes
We don't play that sh*t
Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese What hood you claim
Now throw it up
And down like it ain't no thang
(low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins runnin everything
To all you vatos
Make sure you check this
In every barrio I'm well respected
(low-ri-der)
Aw comin' through fo' real
We Cypress Hill Oh baby
Got that crunk for yo'
Trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin' games in the street
We got that low rider scrapin'
Dippin' on three
So pop your collar
Give a holla
Throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright
(Low rider) Smoke that tree
Crack that brew
We gettin' freaky tonight
Low-ri-der low-ri-der
Aww comin through fo' real
We Cypress Hill ohh baby
Got that crunk for yo' trunk
Goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der
Scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar give a holla
Throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree crack that brew
We gettin freaky tonight
Now when people are done
Bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted
Anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce
For many years already
Rock steady and cut
Many niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up;
Whether it's the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend
But guess what
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut
But you better cover your eyes
Cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees
You're smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs
Your brain's chokin
Just let it soak in seep in creep in
I'm keepin
All you motherf**kers in the deep end
(low-ri-der)
You wanna trip Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off
Cause you ain't rugged
Aww comin through fo'
Real we Cypress Hill ohh baby
Got that crunk for yo' trunk
Goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der
Scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo' collar give a holla
Throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree crack that brew
We gettin freaky tonight
Cause we're Cypress Hill
Come on and ride with us
Just get inside we bouncin dippin
Chop it up real tough
Lean to the side pimp yo' hat
Tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me baby boy
And break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat
In the rafla
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Jueto just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much
No vato's gonna want ya
Not right here homes
We're past all of that
Makin that feria spittin that raps
Yame conoces I'm down for my calle
Cypress Ave y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes
We don't play that sh*t
Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese What hood you claim
Now throw it up
And down like it ain't no thang
(low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins runnin everything
To all you vatos
Make sure you check this
In every barrio I'm well respected
(low-ri-der)
Aw comin' through fo' real
We Cypress Hill Oh baby
Got that crunk for yo'
Trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers
Playin' games in the street
We got that low rider scrapin'
Dippin' on three
So pop your collar
Give a holla
Throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother
Lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang
That make you feel alright
(Low rider) Smoke that tree
Crack that brew
We gettin' freaky tonight
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