Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lowrider, artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lowrider |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 el puro desmadre (low-ri-der) |
| Ya tu sabes, we don’t play that shit |
| Any pendejo’s gettin' hit up quick |
| Wassup 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) |
| 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 |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |
| Low-ri-der, low-ri-der |