Lowrider (Explicit Version)

Lowrider (Explicit Version)

歌手:Cypress Hill

所属专辑:Greatest Hits From The Bong

发行时间:2006-01-21

发行公司:索尼音乐

  • 文本歌词
  • LRC歌词
作曲 : Louis Freese/Lawrence Muggerud/Senen Reyes
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der

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

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 ****** 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 ****** 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****rs 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

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

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)

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 s*it
Any pendejo's gettin' hit up quick
Wassup 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 Assassins, runnin' everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)

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

Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Louis Freese/Lawrence Muggerud/Senen Reyes
[00:03.76]Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
[00:13.13]Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
[00:19.51]
[00:19.85]Aww, comin' through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
[00:23.84]Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin' gangsta crazy
[00:28.49]We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street
[00:33.09]We got that low-ri-der, scrapin' dippin' on three (low-ri-der)
[00:38.63]So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
[00:42.68]We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
[00:47.54]Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
[00:52.47]Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
[00:57.46]
[00:58.07]Now when people are done, bumpin' they head to this
[01:00.44]You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this
[01:02.82]We been makin' you bounce, for many years already
[01:05.25]Rock steady and cut, many ****** to confetti
[01:07.99]But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff
[01:10.71]Yes my gift is to amaze you all
[01:12.59]Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what?
[01:15.51]I slay ****** and still savin' my best nut (low-ri-der)
[01:17.63]But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when
[01:19.36]I spit it out and start some flowin'
[01:22.65]I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin'
[01:24.89]Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin'
[01:27.32]Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
[01:29.67]I'm keepin', all you motherf****rs in the deep end (low-ri-der)
[01:32.49]You wanna trip? Then I got luggage
[01:34.48]I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged
[01:36.78]
[01:37.12]Aww, comin' through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
[01:41.45]Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin' gangsta crazy
[01:46.16]We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street (low-ri-der)
[01:51.38]We got that low-ri-der, scrapin', dippin' on three
[01:55.67]So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
[02:00.58]We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
[02:05.41]Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
[02:10.32]Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
[02:15.18]
[02:15.83]Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
[02:20.25]Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up real tough
[02:24.79]Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
[02:29.62]Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)
[02:35.06]
[02:35.61]I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
[02:37.54]Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
[02:40.41]Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya
[02:42.79]Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna want ya
[02:45.14]Not right here homes, we're past all of that
[02:47.60]Makin' that feria, spittin' that raps
[02:49.79]Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle
[02:52.46]Cypress Ave, y el puro desmadre (low-ri-der)
[02:55.09]Ya tu sabes, we don't play that s*it
[02:57.29]Any pendejo's gettin' hit up quick
[02:59.74]Wassup ese? What hood you claim?
[03:02.07]Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der)
[03:04.68]Hands in the air with the pinky rings
[03:06.72]Soul Assassins, runnin' everything
[03:09.20]To all you vatos, make sure you check this
[03:12.00]In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)
[03:14.53]
[03:14.92]Aww, comin' through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
[03:18.73]Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin' gangsta crazy
[03:23.41]We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street (low-ri-der)
[03:28.69]We got that low-ri-der, scrapin', dippin' on three
[03:32.81]So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
[03:37.86]We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
[03:42.56]Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
[03:47.57]Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
[03:52.62]
[03:53.03]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[04:01.81]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[04:11.68]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[04:21.30]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..