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Lowriders - текст песни



Lowriders


(feat. Most Wanted, The Product G&B)




[Chorus]


Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters


To all my soldiers, the street fighters


We want no murder without your fire


Lowriders we're getting higher




[Yeah being said several times]




[Pras]


What, Wah!


What, what, what


What, what...




Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not


We're hot and you're not (yeah)


We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots


Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot


(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock


(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block


Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top


Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot


Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids


Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight


Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out


Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well


Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)




[Chorus]


Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters


To all my soldiers, the street fighters


We want no murder without your fire


Lowriders we're getting higher




So you wanna be a player?


We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe


Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more


Like the same thing said Eat your hoe


Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice


And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga


Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price


And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown


The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)


This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)


Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)


And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream


(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team


It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream


Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel


Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's


Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows


Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows


Got something y'all tryin to see six of those


Y'all really see women I'm sick of...




[Pras]


What, Wah!


What, Wah!




Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up


You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips


See Mister don't care who you go against


Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits


Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again


See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and


Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end




Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well


Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well


Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me


Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all


Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors


I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done


... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what




[Chorus]


Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters


To all my soldiers, the street fighters


We want no murder without your fire


Lowriders we're getting higher




Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin


Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from


ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn


True rappers and is why you front on finders


No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on


Her life or k Nots, more cuffs than crooked cops


I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again


I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part...


Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...


We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take


Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!




[Chorus]


Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters


To all my soldiers, the street fighters


We want no murder without your fire


Lowriders we're getting higher


Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters


To all my soldiers, the street fighters


We want no murder without your fire


Lowriders we're getting higher



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