My Lowrider (feat. Techniec, E-40, Crooked I, Chingy, Lil' Rob, Paul Wall, WC & Ice Cube)
[Intro] Chops on the track motherfuckers!
[The Game - Chorus] Cherry 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My my lowrider, my my lowrider) Three-wheelin' the 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My my lowrider, my my lowrider)
[Verse 1: Techniec] I see 'em tryin' shine like Tech Cause I shine like I be grinding on the set, got the diamonds on my neck Most talked about when I hit that strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip Come to close might get that clip, click BANG Don't trip, Tech don't slip, laces up the roll go get my bitch Get my grip, talk my shit, hit my switch and dip Switchin' lanes on them Dana Danes, same color as that candy paint Tangerine with (I can't tell the rest cause of E-40)
[Verse 2: E-40] I tried to never sober, chalupa, longer then a roller coster Out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup Venomos snakes, like some cobras, up top is where I'm from We be lettin' our nuts hang over our shoulders, figure 8 and go and duck Droppin' with all 4 doors open, gassin' and brakin' and yolkin' We hyphy, we stupid valeho, Richmond, Frisco, Oakland We 9ers, we riders, we some hustlers and some players We've got 64's and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas
[Verse 3: Crooked I] Lord forgive me it in me to sent me to tote semi's Grope penny and remy my pockets was so skinny Now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's Run the whole city hoes, I put dough before any My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid I fucks mo hoes then Hugh Heffner ever did That new leather shit the coup hell sick Dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit
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[Verse 4: Chingy] Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider Slide by your north sider rider with a hoe driver G'd up from the feet up plus the heat tough Toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up When I'm in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little Slot a lot thang in that Black Wall Street Double U and P and CPT we keeping it G In our low riders riders riders
[Verse 5: Lil' Rob] We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave you all in all The lowrider so low, you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag With the Mexican flag and the American flag Hitting the fronts and the backs, watching out for the bash
[Verse 6: Paul Wall] Home boy, Big T, better know as Tyrone Is the first person I ever seen with a Chevy on chrome My parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold With screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash Now that's me you see flippin' slab, riding on glass How much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this I could bought a Benz instead with the money I spent
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[Verse 7: The Game] My 64 sittin' on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap 2 hoes ridin' in the back, candy paint, nigga fuck with that 3-wheel motion, I'm sitting high, Daytonas, that's all we ride Hit that switch its do or die, ride on me that's suicide I be in the hood smoking that green, Dr. Dre know what I mean Swisha sweet and them purple leaves, California, we got that weed Black diamonds off in my chain, ask around nigga know my name Compton own, the rap Lebron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes
[Verse 8: WC] Make that brain splat 30 thang thang clap Know for the game rap with the chrome frame wrap From Harley Davidsons to low lows, we do tip 'em 13 hundred spokes with that blue nibble get the picture Disrespect and I'm draw slugs But ain't no set trippin cause nigga its all love Dub C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em Posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin' on 'em nigga
[Verse 9: Ice Cube] Rasberry 64 bring your cherry and we could make a Sunday, come home Monday I'm sittin' on the one-way, up on the Boulevard Act hard, put ya thoughts on the dashboard Cause if I come through the hood with the little homie Nobody better fuck with the little homie I hope Compton unit, South Central unit I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light