paroles de chanson LOWRIDER - OBZ

Coming through fo' real we Cypress Hill, oh baby Got that crunk,
For yo' trunk, going gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers,
Playing games in the street We got that low-ri-der,
Scraping dipping 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 Player do that thing,
That make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree,
Crack that brew, we getting freaky tonight Now when people are done,
Bumping they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead
Of this We been making you bounce,
For many years already Rock steady and cut,
Many niggas 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 niggas and still saving my best nut (low-ri-der) But you
Better cover your eyes,
Cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowing I drop
Rhymes that grow like trees you're smoking Ear drums feel like lungs,
Your brain's choking Just let it soak in, seep in,
Creep in I'm keeping,
All you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You want to trip?
Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off,
Cause you ain't rugged Low-ri-der, low-ri-der Cause,
We're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside,
We bouncing dipping, 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) 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 Flossing too much,
No vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes,
We're past all of that Making that feria,
Spitting that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave,
Why a pudo les madre Ya tu sabes,
We don't play that shit Any
Pendejo's getting hit up quick Whats up ese?
What hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang Hands in the air with
The pinky rings Soul Assassins, running everything To all you vatos,
Make sure you check this In every barrio,
I'm well respected Low-ri-der, low-ri-der