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 niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up; whether its the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldnt 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 youre smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brains chokin
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
Im 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 aint 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, were 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
Dont 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 vatos gonna want ya
Not right here homes, were past all of that
Makin that feria, spittin that raps
Ya me conoces, Im down for my calle
Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes, we dont play that shit
Any pendejos gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese? What hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it aint 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, Im well respected (low-ri-der)
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
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