Snoop Dogg, Bun B, The Game - My 6-4 lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Bun B, The Game - My 6-4 lyrics]
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
Pull the rag off the '64
Back out the driveway
Let the top down
Hit the switches on the highway
Three-wheel motion on the I10 cruisin'
Real full of hard
Headed straight for Houston
Candy painted Impala, the same color as syrup
She my bitch, she my bird, she can fly
That's my word
Twelve chrome pumps, four gold Daytons
Three hoes in the back keep
The bitch niggas hatin'
I'm a lowridin' menace
I should be in the Guiness
Hit the switch
Watch the real kiss the clouds
When I'm in it
White walls spinnin', 808s blastin'
Run up on my car, spit fire like a dragon
Kane in Menace, try to jack me
That ain't the business
Nigga I will paint your fitted
Who did it? The nigga with the red Nikes on
Catch me ridin' shotgun with who? Mike Jones
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
It's Bun B
I'm known for slammin' Cadilac doors
Comin' down on the candy with
Them swangers and them fours
But I got love for the Westcoast
So I suppose
I might head out to Cali
The land of the lo-los
Touchdown in LAX and I don't need no car
Rob and Chino picked me up with
The bud and the bar
In the 'hood I'm a star
So to the 'hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg
And they already know
That I get love from the B's
Love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and some more O.G.'s
Throw it up when they see
Me and holler "hey Bun"
When I'm comin' out of
Soul Assassin Grey One
You might see me out in
Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E., or west Covina
I'm southside ridin' with the homie Big Kun
Car hoppin'
Top droppin' so give the kid room
When I'm
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
I'm Big Snoop Dogg in the yellow Parasene
With two girlys in the back
In they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin' and they jumpin' cause
The deuce keep bouncin'
Tippin', whippin', the ass steady dippin'
Candy paint drippin' and the
XO's what I'm sippin'
As I shake like a dice game
Cold as the ice age
Mike Jones, rockin' like a Rolling Stone
And Snoop Dogg going b-b bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them lo-los
And real car club members bang they logos
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the '64 or '63 or '69
I love my car like I love my wife
See lowridin' ain't a sport
It's a way of life
On the real though
I'll tell you how I feel though
If you see me in the four
Creepin' real slow
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
Pull the rag off the '64
Back out the driveway
Let the top down
Hit the switches on the highway
Three-wheel motion on the I10 cruisin'
Real full of hard
Headed straight for Houston
Candy painted Impala, the same color as syrup
She my bitch, she my bird, she can fly
That's my word
Twelve chrome pumps, four gold Daytons
Three hoes in the back keep
The bitch niggas hatin'
I'm a lowridin' menace
I should be in the Guiness
Hit the switch
Watch the real kiss the clouds
When I'm in it
White walls spinnin', 808s blastin'
Run up on my car, spit fire like a dragon
Kane in Menace, try to jack me
That ain't the business
Nigga I will paint your fitted
Who did it? The nigga with the red Nikes on
Catch me ridin' shotgun with who? Mike Jones
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
It's Bun B
I'm known for slammin' Cadilac doors
Comin' down on the candy with
Them swangers and them fours
But I got love for the Westcoast
So I suppose
I might head out to Cali
The land of the lo-los
Touchdown in LAX and I don't need no car
Rob and Chino picked me up with
The bud and the bar
In the 'hood I'm a star
So to the 'hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg
And they already know
That I get love from the B's
Love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and some more O.G.'s
Throw it up when they see
Me and holler "hey Bun"
When I'm comin' out of
Soul Assassin Grey One
You might see me out in
Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E., or west Covina
I'm southside ridin' with the homie Big Kun
Car hoppin'
Top droppin' so give the kid room
When I'm
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch
I'm Big Snoop Dogg in the yellow Parasene
With two girlys in the back
In they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin' and they jumpin' cause
The deuce keep bouncin'
Tippin', whippin', the ass steady dippin'
Candy paint drippin' and the
XO's what I'm sippin'
As I shake like a dice game
Cold as the ice age
Mike Jones, rockin' like a Rolling Stone
And Snoop Dogg going b-b bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them lo-los
And real car club members bang they logos
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the '64 or '63 or '69
I love my car like I love my wife
See lowridin' ain't a sport
It's a way of life
On the real though
I'll tell you how I feel though
If you see me in the four
Creepin' real slow
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
'64, jockin' a bitch
Jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch