Cypress Hill F- Mellow Man Ace Lowrider Lyrics

Lowrider Lyrics

[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]

 Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

 

 [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 rafla(?)

 Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia

 Jueto(?), 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

 Yame(?) 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..