Lowrider - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Lowrider - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three(Low rider) | |
| 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 rider) | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight | |
| 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 rider) | |
| 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 rider) | |
| You wanna trip? | |
| Then I got luggage | |
| I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street(Low rider) | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air(Low rider) | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright(Low rider) | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight' | |
| 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 rider) | |
| I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla | |
| Always roll deep on the streets like the | |
| MafiaPleito 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, ya pudo les madre(Low rider) | |
| 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 rider) | |
| Hands in the air with the pinky rings | |
| Soul Assassins runnin' everythin' | |
| To all you vatos, make sure you check this | |
| In every barrio | |
| I'm well respected | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill, oh baby | |
| Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street(Low rider) | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air(Low rider) | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright(Low rider) | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight(Low rider) | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider |
| zuo ci : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three Low rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight | |
| 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 rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| You wanna trip? | |
| Then I got luggage | |
| I stuff you in and send you off ' cause you ain' t rugged | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street Low rider | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air Low rider | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright Low rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight' | |
| 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 rider | |
| I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla | |
| Always roll deep on the streets like the | |
| MafiaPleito 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, ya pudo les madre Low rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| Hands in the air with the pinky rings | |
| Soul Assassins runnin' everythin' | |
| To all you vatos, make sure you check this | |
| In every barrio | |
| I' m well respected | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill, oh baby | |
| Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street Low rider | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air Low rider | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright Low rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight Low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes, Reyes | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three Low rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight | |
| 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 rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| You wanna trip? | |
| Then I got luggage | |
| I stuff you in and send you off ' cause you ain' t rugged | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill | |
| Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street Low rider | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air Low rider | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright Low rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight' | |
| 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 rider | |
| I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla | |
| Always roll deep on the streets like the | |
| MafiaPleito 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, ya pudo les madre Low rider | |
| 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 rider | |
| Hands in the air with the pinky rings | |
| Soul Assassins runnin' everythin' | |
| To all you vatos, make sure you check this | |
| In every barrio | |
| I' m well respected | |
| Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, | |
| Cypress Hill, oh baby | |
| Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy | |
| We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street Low rider | |
| We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three | |
| So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air Low rider | |
| We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair | |
| Playa do that thang that make you feel alright Low rider | |
| Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight Low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider | |
| Low rider, low rider |
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