My 6 Fo' Lyrics - The American Dream - Mike Jones

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

(Mike Jones!) 

Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe 

Went to the park to get the scoop 

Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 

(Mike Jones Jones Jones) 

Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go 

Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low 

Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's 

I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low 

I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor 

I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro 

The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor 

I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro 

I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show 

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it 

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it 

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it 

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it 

First I lean, then I rock 

(Mike Jones!) 

First I lean, then I rock 

I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it 

I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it 

Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 

(Bun B) 

Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go 

It's Bun be, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors 

Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's 

But I got love for the West Coast, all day 

So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows 

Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car 

Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar 

In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go 

With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know 

That I get love from the be's, love from the see's 

Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's 

Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!? 

When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One 

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena 

Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina 

I'm Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun 

Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room 

When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 

(Snoop Dogg) 

Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go 

An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini 

With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis 

Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin? 

Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin? 

Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I'm sippin? 

As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age 

Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone 

An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm be-be-bad to the bone 

Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows 

An? real car club members bang they low doors 

And take photos, see everything is fine 

I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59 

I love my car like I love my wife 

See low ridin? ain't a sport it?s a way of life 

On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though 

If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch 

Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man 

Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life 

It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me 

You gotta put the fresh paint on it 

You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise 

That's the tires, you understand me 

You gotta put the chrome on it 

A little gold on it, you understand me 

It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig? 

An' you gotta drop the top 

You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker 

You definitely got to have a beat 

And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak 

You know what I'm sayin' 

One of the side, two on the be-sack 

That's how it's gotta go down man 

That's real lowridin?, you understand me 

From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man 

We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin' 

We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while 

While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style 

You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin' 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 

Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch 

Cruisin? down the street in my 

Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go