Lowrider Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill 

Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy 

We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street 

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three 

(Low rider) 

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 

(Low rider) 

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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 

(Low rider) 

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 

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(Low rider) 

You wanna trip? Then I got luggage 

I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged 

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill 

Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy 

We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street 

(Low rider) 

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three 

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air 

(Low rider) 

We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair 

Playa do that thang that make you feel alright 

(Low rider) 

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 

(Low rider) 

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, ya pudo les madre 

(Low rider) 

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 

(Low rider) 

Hands in the air with the pinky rings 

Soul Assassins runnin' everythin' 

To all you vatos, make sure you check this 

In every barrio I'm well respected 

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby 

Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy 

We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street 

(Low rider) 

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three 

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air (Low rider) 

We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair 

Playa do that thang that make you feel alright 

(Low rider) 

Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight 

(Low rider) 

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