Lowrider (Explicit)

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