Lowriders Lyrics - Ghetto Supastar - Pras

(Chorus) 

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters 

To all my soldiers, the street fighters 

We want no murder without your fire 

Lowriders we're getting higher 

(*Yeah being said several times*) 

(Pras) 

What, Wah! 

What, what, what 

What, what... 

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Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not 

We're hot and you're not (yeah) 

We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots 

Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot 

(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock 

(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block 

Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top 

Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot 

Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids 

Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight 

Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out 

Do like the Blazer (?) on trail Praswell, rock well 

Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!) 

(Chorus) 

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters 

To all my soldiers, the street fighters 

We want no murder without your fire 

Lowriders we're getting higher 

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So you wanna be a player? 

We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe 

Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more 

Like the same thing said Eat your hoe 

Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice 

And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga 

Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price 

And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown 

The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) 

This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) 

Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus) 

And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream 

(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team 

It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream 

Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel 

Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's 

Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows 

Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows 

Got something y'all tryin to see six of those 

Y'all really see women I'm sick of... 

(Pras) 

What, Wah! 

What, Wah! 

Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up 

You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips 

See Mister don't care who you go against 

Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits 

Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again 

See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and 

Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end 

Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well 

Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well 

Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me 

Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all 

Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors 

I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done 

... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what 

(Chorus) 

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters 

To all my soldiers, the street fighters 

We want no murder without your fire 

Lowriders we're getting higher 

Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin 

Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from 

ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn 

True rappers and is why you front on finders 

No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on 

Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops 

I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again 

I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part... 

Listen, test your full clip don't like getting... 

We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take 

Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh! 

(Chorus) 

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters 

To all my soldiers, the street fighters 

We want no murder without your fire 

Lowriders we're getting higher 

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters 

To all my soldiers, the street fighters 

We want no murder without your fire 

Lowriders we're getting higher