Pras - Lowriders lyrics
(Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher (*Yeah being said several times*) (Pras) What, Wah! What, what, what What, what... Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not We're hot and you're not (yeah) We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot (Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock (What have and what now) who n***as who run the block Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight Like the sk** I've tried to tip my sk**s but it falls it out Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!) (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher So you wanna be a player? We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more Like the same thing said Eat your hoe Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga Love Terega, good type of trickin a** n***a, got a name with price And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus) And it goes Shane Green, can't be a n***a whole scene with the walkin cream (Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows Got something y'all tryin to see six of those Y'all really see women I'm sick of... (Pras) What, Wah! What, Wah! Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up You n***az get stuck for your dough and grips See Mister don't care who you go against Cause half of them n***as you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits Had them n***as wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done ... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from ET bon, number one, come along, pa** it on, Brooklyn True rappers and is why you front on finders No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part... Listen, test your full clip don't like getting... We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh! (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher