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[Chorus]

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters

To all my soldiers, the street fighters

We want no murder without your fire

Lowriders we're getting higher

[Yeah being said several times]

[Pras]

What, Wah!

What, what, what

What, what...

Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not

We're hot and you're not (yeah)

We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots

Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot

(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock

(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block

Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top

Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot

Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids

Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight

Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out

Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well

Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)

[Chorus]

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters

To all my soldiers, the street fighters

We want no murder without your fire

Lowriders we're getting higher

So you wanna be a player?

We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe

Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more

Like the same thing said Eat your hoe

Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice

And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga

Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price

And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown

The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)

This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)

Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)

And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream

(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team

It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream

Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel

Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's

Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows

Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows

Got something y'all tryin to see six of those

Y'all really see women I'm sick of...

[Pras]

What, Wah!

What, Wah!

Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up

You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips

See Mister don't care who you go against

Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits

Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again

See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and

Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end

Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well

Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well

Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me

Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all

Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors

I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done

... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what

[Chorus]

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters

To all my soldiers, the street fighters

We want no murder without your fire

Lowriders we're getting higher

Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin

Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be

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