Cypress Hill

Letra de Lowrider

Letras de Cypress Hill

"Lowrider"

[Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)]
 Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
 Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
 We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
 We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
 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-ri-der)
 Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
 
 [B-Real]
 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-ri-der)
 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 (low-ri-der)
 You wanna trip? Then I got luggage
 I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged
 
 [Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)]
 Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
 Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
 We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
 We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
 So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
 We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
 Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
 Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
 
 [B-Real & Sen Dog]
 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-ri-der)
 
 [Sen Dog]
 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, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
 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-ri-der)
 Hands in the air with the pinky rings
 Soul Assassins, runnin everything
 To all you vatos, make sure you check this
 In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade]
 Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
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