The Game - My Lowrider Lyrics


My Lowrider-The Game featuring Techniec, E-40, Crooked I, Chingy, Lil Rob, WC, & Ice Cube

(chops on the track motherfuckers!)

[chorus]-the game
cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, The 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, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

[verse 1]-techniec
I see em trynna shine like tech/
cause I shine like I be grinding on the set/ got the diamonds on my neck/
most talked about when I hit that strip/ watch it bounce when I hit that dip/
come to close might get that clip/ click BANG/
don't trip, tech don't slip/ lets up the road go get my bitch/
get my grip, talk my shit/ hit my switch and dip/
switchin lanes on them day to day/ same color as that candy paint/
tangerine

[verse 2]-e-40
I tried to never sober/ chalupa, longer then a roller coster/
out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup/
Venomos snakes, like some cobras/ up top is where im from/
We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders/ figure 8 and go n duck/
droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin/
we hyphy, we stupid valeho, richmond, frisco , Oakland/
we 9ers, we raiders/ we some hustlers and some players/
we've got 64s and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas/

[verse 3]-crooked i
lord forgive me/it in me to sent me to tote semi's/
grope penny 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 helped me view better cheddar kid/
I fucks mo hoes then hugh heffner ever did/
that new leather shit/ the coup hella sick/
dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit/

[chorus]-the game
cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, The 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, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

[verse 4]-chingy
cranberry impala, that's my lowrider/
slide by your north sider rider with 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 im in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little/
slot a lot thang in that black wall street/
double u and p and cpt we keeping it G/
in our low riders riders riders/

[verse 5]-lil rob
we put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl/
I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all/
I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave u all in all/
The lowrider so clean, you wont 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/
hitting the fronts and the backs/ watching out for the bash/

[verse 6]-paul wall
home boy, Big T, better know as tyrone/
is the first person I ever seen with a chevy on chrome/
my parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold/
with screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding/
I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash/
now that's me you see flippin slab, riding on glass/
how much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this/
I coulda bought a benz instead with the money I spent/

[chorus]-the game
cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, The 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, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

[verse 7]-the game
my 64 sittin on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap/
2 hoes ridin in the back/ candy paint, nigga fuck with that/
3-wheel motion, im sitting high/ daytonas, that's all we ride/
hit that switch its do or die/ ride on me that's suicide/
I be in the hood smoking 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 nigga know my name/
comptons own, the rap lebron james/ ridin low, im switchin lanes/

[verse 8]-wc
make that brain splat/ 30 thang thang 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 nibble get the picture/
disrespect and imma draw slugs/
but aint no set trippin cause nigga its all love/
dub c drop the real on em, chevy chrome grill on em/
posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin on em nigga/

[verse 9]-ice cube
rasberry 64 bring your cherry/
and we could make a Sunday, come home Monday/
im 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/
no body better fuck with the little homie/
I hope ( Compton unite/ south central unit/
I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light/

[chorus]-the game
cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
chrome hydraulics, The 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, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

(this has been a chops production)
 

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