Lowrider (Explicit Version) - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Lowrider (Explicit Version) - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| 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 junk, 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.. |
| zuo ci : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| Lowrider.. lowrider.. | |
| Intro: BReal 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 lowrider, scrapin dippin on three lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight | |
| BReal | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street lowrider | |
| We got that lowrider, scrapin dippin on three | |
| So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air lowrider | |
| We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright lowrider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight | |
| BReal 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| Chorus | |
| Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade | |
| Lowrider.. lowrider.. |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| Lowrider.. lowrider.. | |
| Intro: BReal 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 lowrider, scrapin dippin on three lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight | |
| BReal | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street lowrider | |
| We got that lowrider, scrapin dippin on three | |
| So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air lowrider | |
| We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright lowrider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight | |
| BReal 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| 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 lowrider | |
| Chorus | |
| Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade | |
| Lowrider.. lowrider.. |
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