Lyrics:
Outside, put the fucking Chevrolet's on the bumper
If it don't hop, nigga, park that shit
That ain't no low rider, thats a rollin' imposter
Put the stocks
chase
She move her booty like a low rider
Up...down
Then she like the way how I put shit down
It ain't nothing to a G
I do this on the daily
Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's
low rider 4'5
So original like a ol' timer
2 pistols, one llama
In the back of the trunk
Like who want drama? nobody
Sitting back I got this, a project
two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy
we hittin' switches
In the low-rider slidin' to the hood and back
It's Snoop Dogg in the muthafuckin' Cadillac
They call it Snoop Deville for real
on the west coast in a low rider
4 bitches tryna leave with me
Ain't enough room and I don't know yall
I'm high as fuck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho
hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga that's whatsup -
Bell dog.
I felt that smush and I said, "Oh mama"
My low rider crushed that little Chihuahua.
I prayed for forgiveness in a Synagogue,
I ran over
to run
West Coast messiah, best known for fire,
Throw up your sets loc, the chronic smoke retired,
no more low riders and golden spokes on tires?
in
Case they didn't know
I'm from the West Coast
Close to the street like a low rider
Sitting on gold wires
Underground like coal miners
Never had
my flow is coke
I got that Medellin for ya
And I be riding all day, in my Low Rider
I get high like elevators
But this ain't Flo-Rida
No writer can't
coast niggas
It's the big black, the killer
The 40 ounce spiller reason
Gang bangers, the marijuana crop growers
Niggas know county jail
Low riders in
immitations
Nobu, I need reservations
They be like "yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Pulled up in a red low-rider
Put the yellow tail right there
we doin' this
Shit for the 2000 y'all
New millennium, keep it gangsta y'all
A little somethin' for the low riders
Outsiders gangsters
And the bitches
giving me brains, that secret service
Don't speak what you worth
We parkin' low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks
and i'm A-Town Stompin, got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in, 'cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin me into something, low rider out
Billy Rose was a low rider;
Billy Rose was a night figher
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Busted on a drunken charge
the label (Ah)
Mally Mall, criminal, passin' the blunt
(yeah)
Low riders just poppin' the trunk (Woo)
Miss Lady Pinks got the rucas with coca
Baking soda,
side low riders had it going on
All the girls was smiling in a special way it was a lovely day such a
Lovely day
So we cruised to the beach where
caught my eye
I rode'em to ride'em
Then I told them goodbye
I flirted with Low Riders
Sportsters and Shovelheads too
I cussed her and beat her
And kicked
chicks and fish net stockins
Fake breast and tummy tuckin
Low rider jeans are rockin
Know who the dudes be cockin
Hot cars and roads be block n'
We
Here I come in my fifty seven
She's a real low rider paint perfection
With a custom engine painted black with flames
Ain't nobody gonna call that hot
all over LA
Here representin' cali
Low riders and hot women
What you tell me
We rollin' out here its so smelly
Don't slip and you could get dropped
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