| Cruised, in, the boulevard’s packed*
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| My '82 Regal got amps in the back
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| Drop
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| Cause that’s how I roll, G
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| Hit the rewind, on the alpine, for the oldies
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| And the hotties got body in the city
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| Yelling out the window, singing «Here Kitty Kitty»
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| I seen two pushin' tint in a convertible
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| Jeep
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| So I decided to creep
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| And I roll alongside
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| Open up the door
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| «Have you ever rolled in a lowride?»
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| She hopped in, so I popped in the demo
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| And my ride is fresh like a limo
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| And I knew I had to try her
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| Then this homey from a party crew passed me a flyer
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| And it had to be ninety degrees
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| Another hot day
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| Another hot summer breeze
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| Summer breeze, summer breeze, summer breeze
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| Cause it feels so good, baby
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| When I’m rollin' with the top down
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| Summer breeze, summer breeze, summer breeze
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| And it’s driving me crazy
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| It’s the middle of June, and the sun is scorches
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| Homies in the neighborhood are out on they porches
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| Wearin' cut off sweats and some black Vans
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| Drinkin' the Bud out the big tall cans
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| Little kids are playing in the front yard
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| Vatos on the corner, and yo, they’re tryin' to front hard
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| But I just throw the black locs on
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| Sing a old song, and then I roll on
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| In a Audi, Audi
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| Gotta hit the road, jack, so then, I head back
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| I got the ride, so, yo
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| I got music
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| Head to the boule' and I cruise it
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| Sundays and Saturday late night
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| From miles and miles, all you can see our break lights
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| I got the top down, but I won’t freeze
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| Another hot day
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| Another hot summer breeze
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| Fine ladies in the mini skirts and high heels pumps
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| Turned to take a look because my system thumps
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| I got to look right back at the rumps
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| Send sparks from my car when I hit the bumps
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| I seen a Nissan truck that was red
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| Drop with my cleans and lifts in the bed
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| So I hit my switches
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| I’m starin' at the front stuff, which is
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| The honies, the hotties, the bodies, the women
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| Wearin' a G-string, but they ain’t swimmin'
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| And it’s got my head spinnin'
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| As I fantasize and imagine them in
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| My bed, my lap, my ride
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| Don’t be shy, girl, and please don’t hide
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| Cause it’s gotta be ninety degrees
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| Another hot day
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| Another hot summer breeze |