Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LOWRIDER , by - Ocean Wisdom. Song from the album Big Talk Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.10.2019
Record label: Beyond Measure
Song language: English
LOWRIDER |
| You ain’t never seen an English boy in a lowrider |
| Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| I’m an English boy in a lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire (uh-uh) |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| Man saw the spring on the lowrider |
| And he panic, skid, skrrt, reverse |
| Fan it, this murd' lookin' tragic |
| Man’s supposed to really back it |
| I can’t believe that a man had racks |
| From rappin' them raps, then simply vanished |
| At the very first glimpse of the caddy |
| At the very first glimpse of the gadget |
| Go go gadget, bangin' gang, grab him |
| Look him in the eye |
| Prod him with a cow-prod, make him get manic |
| I really wanna get a likkle panicked |
| He tried to back it with a |
| So I had to get the clash out the hole in the mattress |
| And pay some dodgy crackhead |
| 15 bags for a little kidnapping |
| Whack him in the lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| I’m an English boy in a lowrider (uh-huh) |
| You know like that |
| Man’s too silly with a pen for a ghostwriter |
| Anything like that, what’s that? |
| Man’s out here tryna do it through talent and skill |
| Them man try and do it through swag |
| Look at my jacket, look at my tat |
| Music average, everyone gassed |
| Few dance moves and that distracts from the reality |
| That the track is whack |
| Look at my hands, look at my fag |
| Look at my belly, look at my back |
| Man really out here, whorin', posin' |
| Social climbin', non-disclosin' |
| Then disclosin' false disclaimers |
| Zero ratings, zero motive |
| Ask yourself: «Hmm, is he with it?» |
| Same way that Wizzy with it, tricky innit? |
| Fair, he says that he really with it |
| But man knows that he’s fibbin' innit |
| Timid with it |
| Yeah, in a minute |
| Might show a man how I’m nippy with it, skippy with it |
| Same time stay trippy with it |
| Plus, man’s got that flicky with it, stick it in him |
| Dip it and then chuck him in the lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| I’m an English boy in a lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| Zing, zing, zoom in the lowrider |
| Tings in Boots like the old Stryder |
| Click, click, boom when I roll by ya |
| Fill up a yout like «hold my cup» |
| Restricted room, that’s so like us |
| Ip-dip-do, which mobile comes? |
| None, left to frig in the yard |
| Shit I’ve been, my guts |
| Pick up the field and distribute that |
| Switch up the mood and introduce raps |
| Bitches pursue to interview man |
| This is a tune, not interlude, fam |
| One of these here might injure 2 man |
| I never seen them in that blue back |
| Shoot, he swear, Bruce Lee-roy |
| Still around, I see a ninja do that |
| I don’t fuck with Smart Water |
| I fuck with Ocean Wisdom |
| How could I be stereotyped |
| By a broken system? |
| Don’t try ridin' my wave, boy |
| You’ll get motion sickness |
| Man a man’s in a Cadillac |
| With a can of gas |
| Had a Merc, but I’m rollin' different |
| In a lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |
| I’m an English boy in a lowrider |
| Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider |
| You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider |
| Heard you got booked for a whole fiver |
| Heard you might duck if I clothesline you |
| Heard you might pop if I cosign you |
| Heard your new song, I heard no fire |
| Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter |