ฟังเพลงMy 64 (feat. Bun B & Snoop Dogg) (Explicit)

My 64-Mike Jones

Cruisin down the street in my 64

(Mike Jones!)

Jockin a bitch, slappin a hoe

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some hoops

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my

(Mike Jones Jones Jones)

Jockin a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low

in my 64's

I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin, sittin low

I'm hittin sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro

The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor

I said I'm leanin on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro

I got the 64 hoppin, watch it stop and do a show

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

First I lean, then I rock

(Mike Jones!)

First I lean, then I rock

I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

Because I'm cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my

(Bun B)

Jockin a bitch, here we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin Cadillac doors

Comin down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's

But I got love for the West Coast, all day

So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car

Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar

In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go

With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know

That I get love from the B's, love from the C's

Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's

Throw it up when they see me and holla, Hey Bun!

When I'm comin out in Soul Assassin Grey One

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena

Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina

Im Southside ridin with the homie big Kun

Car hoppin, top droppin so give that kid room

When I'm cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my

(Snoop Dogg)

Jockin a bitch, here we g-g-go

An big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini

With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis

Shakin and they jumpin cause the deuce keep bouncin

Tippin, whippin, the ass steady dippin

Candy paint drippin and these axel's what Im sippin

As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age

Mike Jones rockin like a Rollin Stone

An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows

An real car club members bang they low doors

And take photos, see everything is fine

I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I love my wife

See low ridin aint a sport its a way of life

On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though

If you see me in the fo creepin slow yo

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my

Jockin a bitch, jockin' a bitch

Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man

Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life

Its like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

You gotta put the fresh paint on it

You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise

Thats the tires, you understand me

You gotta put the chrome on it

A little gold on it, you understand me

Its gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta drop the top

You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker

You definitely got to have a beat

And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak

You know what I'm sayin'

One of the side, two on the b-sack

That's how it's gotta go down man

Thats real lowridin, you understand me

From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man

We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'

We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while

While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style

You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my 64

Jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the street in my

Jockin a bitch, here we g-g-go