Lowrider
By
Cypress Hill
Album
Stoned Raiders
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(hip hop music)
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Coming through fo' real
we Cypress Hill, oh baby ♪
♪ Got that crunk fo' yo'
trunk, going gangsta crazy ♪
♪ We some real life hustlers
playing games in the street ♪
♪ We got that low-ri-der
scraping, tipping 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 ♪
♪ Player do that thing that
make you feel all right ♪
♪ - that tree, crack that brew, ♪
♪ We gettin' freaky tonight ♪
♪ Now when people are done
bumping they head to this ♪
♪ You wonder why you wanted
anything instead of this ♪
♪ We been making you bounce
for many years already ♪
♪ Rock steady and cut,
many - to confetti ♪
♪ But I just want to - it up ♪
♪ Whether its the mic or a - ♪
♪ Yes my gift is to amaze you all ♪
♪ Thought I couldn't come for
ten my friend, but guess what ♪
♪ I slay - and still saving my best - ♪
♪ But you better cover your eyes
'cause you never know when ♪
♪ I spit it out and start some flowing ♪
♪ I drop rhymes that
grow like trees your - ♪
♪ Ear drums feel like lungs,
your brain's choking ♪
♪ Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in ♪
♪ I'm keeping all you - in the deep end ♪
♪ You want to trip? Then I got luggage ♪
♪ I stuff you in and send you
off, cause you ain't rugged ♪
♪ Oh, coming through fo' real
we Cypress Hill, oh baby ♪
♪ Got that crunk for yo'
trunk, going gangsta crazy ♪
♪ We some real life hustlers,
playing games in the street ♪
♪ We got that low-ri-der
scrapping, tipping on three ♪
♪ So pop your collar, give a holla, ♪
♪ throw your dubs in the air ♪
♪ We tear the roof off the
mother, lady let down yo' hair ♪
♪ Player do that thing that
make you feel all right ♪
♪ - that tree, crack that brew,
we gettin' freaky tonight ♪
♪ Cause we're Cypress Hill
come on and ride with us ♪
♪ Just get inside, we bouncing, dipping, ♪
♪ 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 - ♪
♪ I be the vato with the
fine hood rat in the ranfla ♪
♪ Always roll dep on the
streets like the mafia ♪
♪ Pleito, just might
come back and haunt ya ♪
♪ Flossing too much, no
vato's gonna want ya ♪
♪ Not right here homes,
we're past all of that ♪
♪ Making that feria, spitting that raps ♪
♪ Ya me conoces, I'm down for me calle ♪
♪ Cypress Ave, why a pudo les madre ♪
♪ Ya tu sabes, we don't play that - ♪
♪ Any - getting hit up quick ♪
♪ What's up ese? What hood you claim? ♪
♪ Now throw it up and down
like it ain't no thang ♪
♪ Hands in the air with the pinky rings ♪
♪ Soul Assassins running everything ♪
♪ To all you vatos make
sure you check this ♪
♪ In every barrio I'm well respected ♪
♪ Coming through fo' real
we Cypress Hill, oh baby ♪
♪ Got that crunk, for yo'
trunk, going gangsta crazy ♪
♪ We some real life hustlers,
playing games in the street ♪
♪ We got that low-ri-der
scrapping, tipping 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 ♪
♪ Player do that thing, that
make you feel all right ♪
♪ - that tree, crack that brew,
we getting freaking tonight ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
♪ Low-Ri-Der ♪
