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
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
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
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
you wanna trip? then i got luggage
i stuff you in and send you off
cause you ain't rugged
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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
so pop yo' collar
give a holla
throw the 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
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
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 a pudo les madre
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
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. low-ri-der.