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Lowrider

Track byCypress Hill

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  • 2010.12.07
  • 6:41
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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 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 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-ri-der) 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 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 We got that low-ri-der 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 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 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 y el puro desmadre 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 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 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 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 Smoke that tree crack that brew we gettin freaky tonight

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