Lowrider

Low-ri-der, low-ri-der

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, scraping dipping 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

Player do that thing, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)

Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we getting 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 niggas 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 niggas and still saving my best nut (low-ri-der)

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 you're smoking

Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's choking

Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in

I'm keeping, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)

You want to trip? Then I got luggage

I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged

Low-ri-der, low-ri-der

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 sack (low-ri-der)

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

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 my calle

Cypress Ave, why a pudo les madre

Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit

Any pendejo's getting hit up quick

Whats 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

Low-ri-der, low-ri-der