Crooked I - My Lowrider lyrics

[Hook:] Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) [Techniec:] I see 'em tryna 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, click bang Don't trip, Tech don't slip, let's up the road, go get my b**h Get my grip, talk my sh**, hit my switch and dip Switchin' lanes on them Dana-Danes, same color as that candy paint Tangerine, wit' metal plates... [E-40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes, like some cobras Up top is where I'm from, we lettin' out nuts hang over our shoulders Figure-8 and goin' dumb Drivin' wit' all four doors open, ga**in' and brakin' and yokin' We hyphy, we stupid, Vallejo, Richmond, 'Frisco, Oakland We 'Niners, we Raiders, we some hustlas and some playas We got '64's and low-low's, but most of us ridin' scrapers [Crooked I:] Please Lord forgive me, it's in me to toke Semi's Grope Penny and Remy, my pockets was so skinny Now I blow pennies on four Hemi's Run the whole city, hoes, I put dough before any My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid I f**s more hoes than Hugh Hefner ever did That new leather sh**, the coupe hella sick Dude move ahead of whoever 'cause dude never quit [Hook:] Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) [Chingy:] Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider Slide by ya, North sider, rider wit' a hoe 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 Slot a lot thang and them Black Wall Street Double-U and P and C-P-T, we keepin' it G In our lowriders, riders, riders [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 yo' jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all And the ride is so clean, you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncin' a brown rag Wit' the Mexican flag and the American flag Hittin' the fronts and the backs, watchin' out for the badge [Paul Wall:] Home boy, Big T, better known as Tyrone Is the first person I ever seen wit' a Chevy on chrome My partner got it, bought the slab, wine berry over gold With screens in the head rests, just to let you know we holdin' I fell in love wit' it, and I dropped off some cash Now that's me you see, flippin' slab, ridin' on gla** How much it cost? Don't ask, baby just know this I could've bout a Benz instead wit' the money I spent [Hook:] Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) [The Game:] My '64 sittin' on that chrome, chrome glock sittin' on my lap Three hoes ridin' in the back, candy paint, n***a f** with that Three-wheel motion I'm sittin' high, Daytona's 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 Swisha Sweet and them purple leaves, California, we got that weed Black diamonds off in my chain, ask around n***as know my name Compton's own, the rap LeBron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes [WC:] Make that brain splat, 30 thang-thang clap Known for the game rap, wit' the chrome frame wrap From Harley-Davidson's to low-low's, we do tip 'em 13-hundred spokes wit' that blue nipple, get the picture Disrespect, I'ma draw slugs But ain't no set trippin' 'cause n******g it's all love Dub-C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em Posin' in the intersection, three-wheelin' on 'em n***a [Ice Cube:] Raspberry '64 bring your cherry, and We can make a Sunday, come home Monday I'm sittin' on the one-way, up on the boulevard Act hard, put yo' thoughts on the dashboard 'Cause if I come through wit' the little homie Nobody better f** wit' the little homie I hope Compton unite, South Central unite I hope my chrome, dance wit' the moonlight [Hook:] Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)