[Intro - Easy E] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 (Mike Jones!) Jockin the bitches, slapping the hoes, Went to the park to get the scoop, Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
[Chorus - Easy E] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my (Who?), jockin the bitches (Mike Jones! Jones! Jones!)
[Verse 1 - Mike Jones] Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low!) Bouncin like a toad with 4's on my 6-4 I pull up wood grippin 4's tippin sittin low I'm hittin sixteen switches watch it stop and hit the floor I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro (dro!) The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro I got the 6-4 hoppin watch it stop and do a show First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean then I rock (Mike Jones!) First I lean then I rock (I said!) First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it, because I'm
[Chorus - Easy E] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my (Bun B.), jockin the bitches
[Verse 2 - Bun B] It's Bun B I'm known for slammin Cadillac doors Comin down on that candy, wit them swangers and them 4's But I got love for the West Coast (all day) So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low lows Touch down in L-A-X and I don't need no car Robin Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar In the hood I'ma star, so to the hood I'ma go With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know Then I get love from the B's (B's), love from the C's (C's) Mexican, Asian, then some more of O G's Throw it up when they see me and holla "Hey Bun" (Bun) When I'm comin out a soul assasin gray one You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena (dena) Inglwood, I-E, or West Covina (vina) A Southside ridin with the homie Big Koon Car hoppin, top droppin, (yep) so get a key room when I'm
[Chorus - Easy E] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my (Snoop Dogg), jockin the bitches
[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Perazzini With two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis Shakin and they jumpin cause the duece keep bouncin Tippin, whippin, that ass steady dippin Candy paint drippin and these axels what I'm sippin As I shake like a dice game cold as the Ice Age Mike Jones rockin like a Rollin Stone It's Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone Yea them Cali boys we love them low lows And real car club members bang they low doors And take 4 toes See everything is fine I'm in the 64 or 60 Tre or 59 I love my car, like I love my wife See lowridin ain't a sport it's a way of life On the real tho I'll tell you how I feel tho If you see me in the 4 creepin real slow yo
[Chorus - Easy E] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my 6-4, jockin the bitches, jockin the bitches Cruisin down the street in my, jockin the bitches