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Hey what's happening? It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Back with some more shit You know I cruise my low riders But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you know? What happen to the good music? All that oldies shit This one's going out to everybody low riding And need something to cruise to wacha All you vatos take note, Lil' Rob ain't no joke So wacha, Jump in my six-three Impala Put down the top as I pull to the stop Drop, roll, never can be to low Simon I got low riders, hundred spoke wires White wall tires four pumps jumps it higher Than anything you've ever seen Fucking mean fucking clean Can't drive too fast or swerving Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it That's what you do when you've got Hydraulics I sea-saw it front back side to side pancake it We don't fake ese we just take it Don't try to jack it bullet holes in your jacket From my semi-automatic What you thought ese we ain't got no pride? Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (Were I'm cruisin') My lowride's looking good (My lowride's looking good) Said I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (Were we go cruisin') And it's all to the good Orale, check this out Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita C H E V R O L E T, you don't know? Forty-five player for all my oldies Forty-five double M for all them phonies Gots corner windows and the three fifty Pedal to the metal I can take off like quickly Shit, I could smoke 'em like my pistola Like a Lil' Rob Rola my Troqa's the bomba Naw it ain't painted, homes it's just primer Back with some thirteens and a sun visor It still looks mean though, it still looks clean though See it on the website I'm drinking with my primos WWW dot Lil' Rob dot com, I can cruise all day And cruise all night long from sun down till sun up I'll cruise my troqa, I'm a lowrider, I told ya, I told ya I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (Were I'm cruisin') My lowride's looking good (My lowride's looking good) Said I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (Were we go cruisin') And it's all to the good Simon Got a big body, F-L-double E-T double U Double O D 1993 caddy Extended A-Arms 'cause homes I play hard Hop my carucha hopping down the Boulevard Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands I'm the outstanding that's why they can't stand me Three wheel standing hopping with smooth landings Four racks a four-ton the more bounce the more fun Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring 'em in Guaranteed to spill some I won't stop till I catch my trunk up on fire Keep on hopping till I pop a tire Pass the wire, and let it be known I'll pay the chrome bill before I pay the phone And that's when you know, that you're a lowrider Got pride in my ride everybody else just admires I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (Were I'm cruisin') My lowride's looking good (My lowride's looking good) Said I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (Were we go cruisin') And it's all to the good
Writer(s): Robert Flores, Big Jay Mcneely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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