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lirik lagu the game - lowrider-mixed

[intro]
chops on the track motherf-ckers

[chorus]
cherry 64 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo, (my-my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, all black impala (my lowrider, my my lowrider)
3-wheelin’ the 6-4 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, all black impala (my-my lowrider, my lowrider)

[verse 1: techniec]
i see ’em tryin’ shine like tech, cause i shine like i be
grindin’ on the set, d-d-diamonds on my neck
most talked about when i hit that strip, watch it bounce when i hit that dip
come too close might get that clip, cl!ck bang don’t trip
tech don’t slip, laces up the roll go get my b-tch
get my grip, talk my sh-t, hit my switch and dip
switchin’ lanes on them dana-danes, same color as that candy paint
tangerine with mental flame, birthday boy

[verse 2: e40]
i tried to never sober, chalupa, longer then a roller coster
out hear a hub-a-head’ll do ya’ for quarter ounce of yola
venomous snakes, like some cobras, up top is where i’m from
we lettin’ our nuts hang over our shoulders, figure 8 and go and duck
droppin’ with all 4 doors open, g-ssin’ and breakin’ and yolkin’
we hyphy, we stewin, vallejo, richmond, frisco and oakland
we 9ers, we raiders (yeet), we some hustlers and some playas’
we got 64s and low-lows, but most of us ride scr-pas’

[verse 3: crooked i]
lord forgive me, you sent me to tote semi’s
gulp henny and remy my pockets was so skinny
now i blow pennies on 4 hemi’s
run the whole city, hoes, i put dough before any
my 6th sense help me view better cheddar kid
i f-cks more hoes than hugh heffner ever did
that new leather sh-t, the coupe h-lla’ sick
dude move ahead of whoever cause dude never quit

[verse 4: chingy]
cranberry impala, that’s my lowrider
slide by your north sider rida’ with a ho’ driver
g’d up from the feet up, plus the heat tough
toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up
when i’m in l.a. i go in crenshaw and floss a little
slide a lot thang’ in that black wall street
double u and p and cpt we keepin’ it g
in our lowriders-riders-riders

[verse 5: lil’ rob]
we put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl
i keep my head up and it won’t fall, no not at all
i’ll break ya’ jaw like a break the law, leave you all in all
the lowrider so clean, you won’t know what you saw
i sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag
with a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag
with the mexican flag and the american flag
hittin’ the fronts and the backs, watchin’ out for the bash

[verse 6: paul wall]
homeboy, big t, better know as tyrone
is the first person i ever ‘seen with a chevy on chrome
my parter ’bout it got the slab, wineberry over gold
schemes in the head rest just to let you know we holdin’
i fell in love with it, and i dropped him some cash
now that’s me you see flippin’ slab, ridin’ on gl-ss
how much it cost, don’t ask, baby just know this
i could’ve bought a benz instead with the money i spent

[verse 7: game]
my 64 sittin’ on that chrome, chrome glock sittin’ on my lap
2 hoes ridin in the back, candy paint, n-gga f-ck with that
3-wheel motion, i’m sittin’ high, daytonas that’s all we ride
hit that switch, it’s do or die, ride on me, that’s suicide
i be in the hood smokin’ that green, dr. dre know’ what i mean
swisher sweet and them purple leaves, california, we got that weed
black diamonds off in my chain, ask around n-gga know my name
compton’s own, the rap lebron james, ridin’ low, i’m switchin’ lanes

[verse 8: w.c.]
make that brain splat 30-thang thing clap
know for the game rap with the chrome frame wrap
from harley davidsons to low-lows, we do tip ’em
13-hundred spokes with that blue nipple
get the picture, disrespect and i’mma’ draw slugs
but ain’t no set trippin’ cause n-gga its all love
dub c drop the real on ’em, chevy chrome grill on ’em
posin’ in the intersection, 3-wheelin’ on ’em n-gga

[verse 9: ice cube]
raspberry 64 bring your cherry in
we could make a sunday, come home monday
i’m sittin’ on the one-way, up on the boulevard
act hard put ya’ thoughts on the dashboard
’cause if i come through the ‘hood with the little homie
n0body better f-ck with the little homie
i hope compton unite, south central unite
i hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light

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