Sen Dog - Lowrider lyrics

[Mellow Man Ace (x2)] Low-ri-der, low-ri-der [Hook: B-Real & Mellow Man Ace] Aww, comin' through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin' gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin' dippin' on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight [Verse 1: B-Real] Now when people are done, bumpin' they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin' you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many n***as to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay n***as and still savin' my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin' I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin' Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin' Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin', all you motherf**ers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged [Hook: B-Real & Mellow Man Ace] Aww, comin' through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin' gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin', dippin' on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight [Interlude: Sen Dog] Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) [Verse 2: Sen Dog] I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin' that feria, spittin' that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y el puro desmadre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that sh** Any pendejo's gettin' hit up quick Wa**up ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assa**ins, runnin' everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) [Hook] [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..