LOWRIDER

Comin' in through for real we Cypress Hill, oh baby Got that crunk for your trunk Goin' gangsta crazy We some real live hustlas Playin' games in the street We got that lowrider scrapin', dippin' on three So pop ya colla Give a holla Throw them dubs in the air We tear the roof off the mutha lady let down your hair Pray into that thing To make you feel alright Spark that tree crack that brew We gettin' freaky tonight Now when People are done bumpin' they head to this You wondered why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin' ya bounce for many years already rock steady and cut many niggas to confetti But I just wanna blaze it up Whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes, my gift it to amaze you, what? Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend but guess what? I slay niggas and still save 'em my best nut But you better cover your eyes, 'cause you never know when I spit it out and starts unflowin' I drop rhymes that grow like trees ya smokin' Eardrums fill like lungs, ya brain's chokin' Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin' all you muthafuckas in the deep end You wanna trip then I got luggage I'll stuff you in it and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged Comin' in through for real we Cypress Hill, oh baby Got that crunk for your trunk Goin' gangsta crazy We some real live hustlas Playin' games in the street We got that lowrider scrapin', dippin' on three So pop ya colla Give a holla Throw them dubs in the air We tear the roof off the mutha lady let down your hair Pray into that thing To make you feel alright Spark that tree crack that brew We gettin' freaky tonight 'Cause we Cypress Hill Come on and ride with us Just get inside we 'bout to dip and chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp ya hat, tilt ya seat on back Don't front on me baby boy Break bread with the sack I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the rafla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Playto just might come back and haunt ya Flossin' too much, them vatos gonna want ya Not right here, homez We're past all of that Makin' that feria, slangin' them raps Ja me conoce I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave. Eya purro las madre Ja tu sabe We don't play that shit Any bendejo gets hit or quit Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Then throw it up and down like it ain't no thang Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins running everything To all you vatos make sure you check this In every barrio I'm well respected Comin' in through for real we Cypress Hill, oh baby Got that crunk for your trunk Goin' gangsta crazy We some real live hustlas Playin' games in the street We got that lowrider scrapin', dippin' on three So pop ya colla Give a holla Throw them dubs in the air We tear the roof off the mutha lady let down your hair Pray into that thing To make you feel alright Spark that tree crack that brew We gettin' freaky tonight