The Game, Ice Cube, WC, Lil Rob, Chingy - Lowrider-mixed lyrics

Chops on the track motherfuckers

Cherry 64 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my-my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(my lowrider, my my lowrider)
3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(My-my lowrider, my lowrider)

I see 'em tryin' shine like Tech
Cause I shine like I be
Grindin' on the set, d-d-diamonds on my neck
Most talked about when I hit that strip
Watch it bounce when I hit that dip
Come too close might get that clip
Click bang don't trip tech don't slip
Laces up the roll go get my bitch
Get my grip, talk my shit
Hit my switch and dip
Switchin' lanes on them Dana-Danes
Same color as that candy paint
Tangerine with mental flame, birthday boy

I tried to never sober, chalupa
Longer then a roller coster
Out hear a hub-a head'll do ya'
For quarter ounce of yola
Venomous snakes, like some cobras
Up top is where I'm from
We lettin' our nuts hang over our shoulders
Figure 8 and go and duck
Droppin' with all 4 doors open
Gassin' and breakin' and yolkin'
We hyphy, we stewin, Vallejo, Richmond
Frisco and Oakland we 9ers, we Raiders
(yeet) , we some hustlers and some playas'
We got 64s and low-lows
But most of us ride Scrapas'

Lord forgive me, you sent me to tote semi's
Gulp Henny 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 help me view better cheddar kid
I fucks more hoes than Hugh Heffner ever did
That new leather shit, the Coupe hella' sick
Dude move ahead of whoever
Cause dude never quit

Cherry 64 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my-my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(my lowrider, my my lowrider)
3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(My-my lowrider, my lowrider)

Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider
Slide by your North sider rida'
With a ho' driver
G'd up from the feet up, plus the heat tough
Toe game crack the grey goose
And spark the weed up when I'm in LA i go in
Crenshaw and floss a little
Slide a lot thang' in that Black Wall Street
Double U and P and CPT we keepin' it G
In our lowriders-riders-riders

We put them cracks up on the wall
Cucarachas crawl
I keep my head up and it won't fall
No not at all
I'll break ya' jaw like a break the law
Leave you all in all the lowrider so clean
You won't 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
Hittin' the fronts and the backs
Watchin' out for the bash

Homeboy, Big T, better know as Tyrone
Is the first person I ever 'seen
With a Chevy on chrome
My parter 'bout it got the slab
Wineberry over gold
Schemes in the head rest just to
Let you know we holdin'
I fell in love with it
And I dropped him some cash
Now that's me you see flippin' slab
Ridin' on glass how much it cost, don't ask
Baby just know this
I could've bought a Benz instead
With the money I spent

Cherry 64 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my-my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(my lowrider, my my lowrider)
3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(My-my lowrider, my lowrider)

My 64 sittin' on that chrome
Chrome Glock sittin' on my lap
2 hoes ridin in the back, candy paint
Nigga fuck with that
3-wheel motion, I'm sittin' high
Daytonas that's all we ride
Hit that switch, it's do or die, ride on me
That's suicide
I be in the hood smokin' that green
Dr dre know' what I mean
Swisher sweet and them
Purple leaves, California, we got that weed
Black diamonds off in my chain
Ask around nigga know my name
Compton's own, the rap Lebron
James, ridin' low, i'm switchin' lanes

Make that brain splat 30-thang thing 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 nipple
Get the picture
Disrespect and I'mma' draw slugs
But ain't no set trippin' cause
Nigga it's all love
Dub C drop the real on 'em
Chevy chrome grill on 'em
Posin' in the intersection
3-wheelin' on 'em nigga

Raspberry 64 bring your cherry in
We could make a Sunday, come home Monday
I'm 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
Nobody better fuck with the little homie
I hope Compton unite, South Central unite
I hope my chrome
And dance with the moon light

Cherry 64 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my-my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(my lowrider, my my lowrider)
3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider)
Hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala
(My-my lowrider, my lowrider)