Game, DJ Skee - Lowrider lyrics
[Game, DJ Skee - Lowrider lyrics]
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my
Lowrider
Hop out the Rarri
Hear the nine go click clack
You front
You swallow them bullets just like Tic Tacs
I hear you mumblin'
Rumblin' all that riff raff
I draw the line
You cross it you gettin' bitch slapped
Bus and Game got a new song
Well nigga this that
Play the blind barber bitch and
Push your wig back
Show you wear them automatic semis
And them cigs at
Let this bitch go and wrap the
Block like a Zig Zag
This fag standin' on the corner
Like he got the purp
Sellin' weed cause my soldier got it
For a lot of work
Used to Crip walk now that
Nigga tryna do the jerk
Funny ass nigga
Put them hollow tips through his shirt
These bitch ass niggas don't deserve
To breathe, to breathe
To breathe
Let me catch 'em in the corner
We ain't lettin' 'em leave
'em leave
Time to bleed
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
See niggas praisin' the way I be blazin'
Shit black
Amazing, the way how I'm spittin'
All over this track
Creation, replacin' your head and
Your so wick-wack
Shots'll have you breakin' up, achin'
Now feel it kick back
Unfortunately for you it was a mishap
When I blow a couple thousand on
Diamonds and get my wrist wrapped
Ch-Boom! Lay you away
Sick of all the chit chat
From news clippings while making
Your broad strip biatch
I'm so compulsive
Results is classic like Nike Airs
My shit is potency I'm the
Most when I'm right here
My spit be frightening niggas
Worser than nightmares
I don't give two fucks nigga
See I don't care
Now come and gather around my
People need to witness
I'm passed killing you niggas
I'm here to kill a sickness
Merciness how I swallow the
Beat and handle business
You heard me miss, fuck your nigga
You know I know you with this
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
Hop out what the fuck I want, into a lowrider
Bounce it up in MIA but I ain't Flo Rida
I push the Phantom to the opera
Drive the Bentley to the 'hood
Let the Lambo hold the choppers
The Maybach
That's for the meeting with the Doctor
Classic shit
They wonder why I'm rollin' to Sinatra
I split that backwood, while I'm rollin'
Thinkin' back to '99 when all
My whips was stolen
All my bricks were frozen, now traded
The birds for some words
Now my wrist is frozen
My bitch is open and so is the sunroof
Nigga gotta climb through the scove to
Get me his gun proof
And I'm gone off that Rose
When I'm in the club, Belvedere, OJ
Soo-woo, okay
Used to push crack
Stack hundreds with the old Faith
Red lowrider
California black and gold plates
Classic!
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my
Lowrider
Hop out the Rarri
Hear the nine go click clack
You front
You swallow them bullets just like Tic Tacs
I hear you mumblin'
Rumblin' all that riff raff
I draw the line
You cross it you gettin' bitch slapped
Bus and Game got a new song
Well nigga this that
Play the blind barber bitch and
Push your wig back
Show you wear them automatic semis
And them cigs at
Let this bitch go and wrap the
Block like a Zig Zag
This fag standin' on the corner
Like he got the purp
Sellin' weed cause my soldier got it
For a lot of work
Used to Crip walk now that
Nigga tryna do the jerk
Funny ass nigga
Put them hollow tips through his shirt
These bitch ass niggas don't deserve
To breathe, to breathe
To breathe
Let me catch 'em in the corner
We ain't lettin' 'em leave
'em leave
Time to bleed
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
See niggas praisin' the way I be blazin'
Shit black
Amazing, the way how I'm spittin'
All over this track
Creation, replacin' your head and
Your so wick-wack
Shots'll have you breakin' up, achin'
Now feel it kick back
Unfortunately for you it was a mishap
When I blow a couple thousand on
Diamonds and get my wrist wrapped
Ch-Boom! Lay you away
Sick of all the chit chat
From news clippings while making
Your broad strip biatch
I'm so compulsive
Results is classic like Nike Airs
My shit is potency I'm the
Most when I'm right here
My spit be frightening niggas
Worser than nightmares
I don't give two fucks nigga
See I don't care
Now come and gather around my
People need to witness
I'm passed killing you niggas
I'm here to kill a sickness
Merciness how I swallow the
Beat and handle business
You heard me miss, fuck your nigga
You know I know you with this
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
Hop out what the fuck I want, into a lowrider
Bounce it up in MIA but I ain't Flo Rida
I push the Phantom to the opera
Drive the Bentley to the 'hood
Let the Lambo hold the choppers
The Maybach
That's for the meeting with the Doctor
Classic shit
They wonder why I'm rollin' to Sinatra
I split that backwood, while I'm rollin'
Thinkin' back to '99 when all
My whips was stolen
All my bricks were frozen, now traded
The birds for some words
Now my wrist is frozen
My bitch is open and so is the sunroof
Nigga gotta climb through the scove to
Get me his gun proof
And I'm gone off that Rose
When I'm in the club, Belvedere, OJ
Soo-woo, okay
Used to push crack
Stack hundreds with the old Faith
Red lowrider
California black and gold plates
Classic!
Hop out the Phantom and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Bentley and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Lambo and jump in my lowrider
Hop out the Rarri and jump in my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider
My lo-lo-lo-lo, my lowrider