Game My Lowrider Lyrics

My Lowrider Lyrics

My Lowrider-The Game featuring Techniec, E-40, Crooked I, Chingy, Lil Rob, WC, &
Ice Cube 



(chops on the track motherfuckers!) 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 1]-techniec 

I see em trynna shine like tech 

cause I shine like I be grinding on the set got the diamonds on my neck 

most talked about when I hit that strip watch it bounce when I hit that dip
come to close might get that clip click BANG 

don't trip, tech don't slip lets up the road go get my bitch 

get my grip, talk my shit hit my switch and dip 

switchin lanes on them day to day same color as that candy paint 

tangerine 



[verse 2]-e-40 

I tried to never sober/ chalupa, longer then a roller coster 

out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup  

Venomos snakes, like some cobras/ up top is where im from 

We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders/ figure 8 and go n duck 

droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin 

we hyphy, we stupid valeho, richmond, frisco , Oakland 

we 9ers, we raiders/ we some hustlers and some players 

we've got 64s and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas 



[verse 3]-crooked i 

lord forgive me it in me to sent me to tote semi's 

grope penny and remy my pockets was so skinny 

now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's 

run the whole city/hoes, I put dough before any 

my 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid 

I fucks mo hoes then hugh heffner ever did 

that new leather shit the coup hella sick 

dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 4]-chingy 

cranberry impala, that's my lowrider 

slide by your north sider rider with a hoe driver 

g'd up from the feet up plus the heat tough 

toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up 

when im in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little 

slot a lot thang in that black wall street 

double u and p and cpt we keeping it G 

in our low riders riders riders 



[verse 5]-lil rob 

we put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl 

I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all 

I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave u all in all 

The lowrider so clean, you wont know what you saw 

I sit low with a tall can/ in a brown bag 

With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag 

with the Mexican flag and the American flag

hitting the fronts and the backs watching out for the bash 



[verse 6]-paul wall 

home boy, Big T, better know as tyrone 

is the first person I ever seen with a chevy on chrome 

my parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold 

with screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding 

I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash 

now that's me you see flippin slab, riding on glass 

how much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this 

I coulda bought a benz instead with the money I spent

nd im ridin dirty.. 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 7]-the game 

my 64 sittin on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap 

2 hoes ridin in the back/ candy paint, nigga fuck with that 

3-wheel motion, im sitting high/ daytonas, that's all we ride 

hit that switch its do or die/ ride on me that's suicide 

I be in the hood smoking that green/ dr. dre know what I mean 

swisha sweet and them purple leaves/ California, we got that weed 

black diamonds off in my chain/ ask around nigga know my name 

comptons own, the rap lebron james/ ridin low, im switchin lanes 



[verse 8]-wc 

make that brain splat 30 thang thang clap 

know for the game rap with the chrome frame wrap 

from harley davidsons to low lows, we do tip em 

13 hundred spokes with that blue nibble get the picture 

disrespect and imma draw slugs 

but aint no set trippin cause nigga its all love 

dub c drop the real on em, chevy chrome grill on em 

posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin on em nigga 



[verse 9]-ice cube 

rasberry 64 bring your cherry 

and we could make a Sunday, come home Monday 

im sittin on the one-way, up on the boulevard 

act hard, put ya thoughts on the dashboard 

cause if I come through the hood with the little homie 

no body better fuck with the little homie 

I hope ( Compton unite/ south central unit 

I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



(this has been a chops production)