Cypress Hill - Lowrider

(Low rider) (Low rider) (Low rider) 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 (low rider) 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 thing that make you feel alright (Low rider) 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 (Low rider) 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 motherfuckers in the deep end (Low rider) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged 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 (Low rider) We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air (Low rider) 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 '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 rider) I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the Mafia Pleito 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 Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, ya pudo les madre (Low rider) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit 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 rider) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins runnin' everythin' To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio I'm well respected 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 (Low rider) We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air (Low rider) 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 rider) Low rider Low rider Low rider Low rider Low rider Low rider Low rider