Low Rider lyrics

Artist  : Cypress Hill 
Song : Low Rider



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 [mellow man ace: repeat 2x]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

[intro: b-real] + (mellow man ace)
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

[b-real]
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 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

[chorus] + (mellow man ace)
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

[b-real & sen dog]
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)

[sen dog]
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 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-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)

[chorus]

[mellow man ace: repeat 4x to fade]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..