Текст песни Cypress Hill - Low Rider
Cypress Hill - Low Rider слова песни
[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..[Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace)Aww, comin through fo` real we Cypress Hill, ohh babyGot that crunk, for yo` trunk, goin gangsta crazyWe some real life hustlers, playin games in the streetWe got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo` dubs in the airWe tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo` hairPlaya do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight[B-Real]Now when people are done, bumpin they head to thisYou wonder why you wanted anything instead of thisWe been makin you bounce, for many years alreadyRock steady and cut, many niggaz to confettiBut I just want to blaze it up; whether it`s the mic or a spliffYes my gift is to amaze you allThought I couldn`t come for ten my friend, but guess what?I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know whenI spit it out and start some flowinI drop rhymes that grow like trees you`re smokinEar drums feel like lungs, your brain`s chokinJust let it soak in, seep in, creep inI`m keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)You wanna trip? Then I got luggageI stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain`t rugged[Chorus] + (Mellow Man Ace)Aww, comin through fo` real we Cypress Hill, ohh babyGot that crunk, for yo` trunk, goin gangsta crazyWe some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on threeSo 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` hairPlaya do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight[B-Real & Sen Dog]Cause, we`re Cypress Hill, come on and ride with usJust get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real toughLean to the side, pimp yo` hat, tilt yo` seat on backDon`t front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)[Sen Dog]I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the rafla(?)Always roll deep on the streets like the mafiaJueto(?), just might come back and haunt yaFlossin too much, no vato`s gonna want yaNot right here homes, we`re past all of thatMakin that feria, spittin that rapsYame(?) conoces, I`m down for my calleCypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)Ya tu sabes, we don`t play that shitAny pendejo`s gettin hit up quickWhassup 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 ringsSoul Assassins, runnin everythingTo all you vatos, make sure you check thisIn every barrio, I`m well respected (low-ri-der)[Chorus][Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade]Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..