Side 2 Side Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Rob

It's time to ride 

Front, back, side to side 

Corner and pancake 

Haha, make my car shake shake 

My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps 

Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bumps 

Everything I need in my low-low 

I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up 

Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up 

When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up 

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake 

People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake 

I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances 

Like a ruca, ass up, titties down 

So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's 

Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser 

Grab another 45 for me and change the record 

My neck hurts from hitting all day 

You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches til the day I pass away 

[Chorus] 

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake 

People trip out when they see my carro shake shake 

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake 

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake 

People trip out when they see my carro shake shake 

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake 

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down 

I put the top up, I put the top back down 

No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow 

And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low 

I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires 

Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with 5x20 tires 

You say that you three wheel, I bet that I three wheel higher 

Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire 

And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done 

That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the iches to hit the switches 

People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks 

Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park 

But when I leave I raise it up again 

Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again 

[Chorus] 

Hey homeboy that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63? 

Simon 

Hey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93? 

Simon 

I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something 

Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix 

'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or until I get a head rush 

Or until some hynas get in the mix 

I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets 

Whenever you fix it, back to hitting switches 

Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits 

Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it 

You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop light 

Go up at an angle, watch my front tire dangle 

Threw it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel 

Time for me to go holmes, my batteries are low holmes 

[Chorus]