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