Bun B - My '64 (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h [Verse 1 - Game] Pull the rag off the '64, back out the driveway Let the top down, hit the switches on the highway Three-wheel motion on the I-10 cruisin' Real full of hard, headed straight for Houston Candy painted Impala, the same color as syrup She my b**h, she my bird, she can fly, that's my word Twelve chrome pumps, four gold Daytons Three hoes in the back keep the b**h n***as hatin' I'm a lowridin' menace, I should be in the Guiness Hit the switch, watch the real kiss the clouds when I'm in it White walls spinnin', 808s blastin' Run up on my car, spit fire like a dragon Kane in Menace, try to jack me, that ain't the business n***a I will paint your fitted Who did it? The n***a with the red Nikes on Catch me ridin' shotgun with who? Mike Jones [Hook] Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h [Verse 2 - Bun B] It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin' Cadilac doors Comin' down on the candy with them swangers and them fours But I got love for the Westcoast, so I suppose I might head out to Cali, the land of the lo-los Touchdown in LAX and I don't need no car Rob and Chino picked me up with the bud and the bar In the 'hood I'm a star, so to the 'hood I'ma go With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know That I get love from the B's, love from the C's Mexican, Asian and some more O.G.'s Throw it up when they see me and holler "hey, Bun" When I'm comin' out of Soul Assa**in Grey One You might see me out in Long Beach or maybe Pasadena Inglewood, I.E., or west Covina I'm southside ridin' with the homie Big Kun Car hoppin', top droppin' so give the kid room When I'm... [Hook] Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] I'm Big Snoop Dogg in the yellow Parasene With two girlys in the back in they Crip blue bikinis Shakin' and they jumpin' cause the deuce keep bouncin' Tippin', whippin', the a** steady dippin' Candy paint drippin' and the XO's what I'm sippin' As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age Mike Jones, rockin' like a Rolling Stone And Snoop Dogg going b-b-bad to the bone Yeah them Cali boys, we love them lo-los And real car club members bang they logos And take photos, see everything is fine I'm in the '64 or '63 or '69 I love my car like I love my wife See lowridin' ain't a sport, it's a way of life On the real though, I'll tell you how I feel though If you see me in the four, creepin' real slow [Hook] Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h, jockin' a b**h Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a b**h