Versuri Lowrider

(feat. Mellow Man Ace)  
[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 motherfuckers 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 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 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..