Mike Jones - My 6 Fo' lyrics

Cruisin? down the street in my 64 (Mike Jones!) Jockin? a b**h, slappin? a hoe Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops 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 (Mike Jones Jones Jones) Jockin? a b**h, here we g-g-go Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean, then I rock (Mike Jones!) First I lean, then I rock I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it Because I'm 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 (Bun B) Jockin? a b**h, here we g-g-go It's Bun be, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's But I got love for the West Coast, all day So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car Robbie Chino pick 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 be's, love from the see's Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!? When I'm comin? out in Soul Assa**in Grey One You might see me at 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 that kid room When I'm 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 (Snoop Dogg) Jockin? a b**h, here we g-g-go An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini With two girlies 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 these axel's what I'm sippin? As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm be-be-bad to the bone Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows An? real car club members bang they low doors And take photos, see everything is fine I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59 I love my car like I love my wife See low ridin? ain't a sport it?s a way of life On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo 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 Jockin? a b**h, jockin' a b**h Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me You gotta put the fresh paint on it You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise That's the tires, you understand me You gotta put the chrome on it A little gold on it, you understand me It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig? An' you gotta drop the top You gotta put the switches on the motherf**er You definitely got to have a beat And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak You know what I'm sayin' One of the side, two on the be-sack That's how it's gotta go down man That's real lowridin?, you understand me From a West Coast motherf**in' G man We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin' We dodgin' motherf**in' pigs all the while While we doin' this motherf**in' gangsta style You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin' 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 Jockin? a b**h, here we g-g-go