Lowriders lyrics

Artist  : Pras 
Song : Lowriders



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  feat. Most Wanted, The Product G&B

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
We want no murder without your fire 
Lowriders we're getting higher

(*Yeah being said several times*)

(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, what, what
What, what...

Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not  
We're hot and you're not (yeah)
We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling
shots
Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got,
lot
(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock 
(What have and what now) who niggas who run the
block 
Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a
mountain top 
Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a
lot, lot
Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight

Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it
falls it out 
Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock
well
Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up
like Maxwell (Wah!)  

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
We want no murder without your fire 
Lowriders we're getting higher

So you wanna be a player?
We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe 
Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more 
Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name
is nice 
And the fame going in tight, I get hit from
Frigga
Love Terega, good type of trickin as* nigga, got
a name with price 
And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack
11 grown 
The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like
(Chaperone)
This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) 
Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new
Lexus) 
And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole
scene with the walkin cream 
(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most
illin team
It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen
makin that cream, checkin that cream
Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so
gotta do with Charlie's angel 
Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with
those, a pose yes's take no's 
Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I
hate cause the... shows
 
Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the
Tech here, don't... knows
Got something y'all tryin to see six of those 
Y'all really see women I'm sick of...

(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, Wah!

Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now
heat it up
You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips 
See Mister don't care who you go against
Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they
hear my name and call it quits 
Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with
the guns again
See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven
and  
Made them stop there rappin when which you show
this clappin end

Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
Back and against got clientele why you studio
gangster's lyin well  
Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all
Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more
totin by the vapors 
I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em,
pull em how it's done
... with the Camp, we number one, what, what,
what 

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
We want no murder without your fire 
Lowriders we're getting higher

Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was
sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin  
Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can
be where I'm from 
ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on,
Brooklyn
True rappers and is why you front on finders 
No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee
can on
Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops 
I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with,
then go again
I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate
a part... 
Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
We on top you ride in the pit, money to make,
titles to take
Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
We want no murder without your fire 
Lowriders we're getting higher 
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
We want no murder without your fire 
Lowriders we're getting higher