DON CISCO - In My Lo Lo lyrics

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In My Lo Lo / Don CiscoChorus: KrookCome on overTake a ride with meIn my low lowWe can supplyAnything you needIf you wanna goI will fulfillAll your fantasiesSo just let me knowIf you wantWe got it, cause you need itBaby[Verse 1: Don Cisco]Let me explore your fantasies, all your deep dark secretsRoll in back streets with me, park it and peep itI adore it when you sport, your Victoria's SecretTold me you got love for me, then show me when you stop creepin'I stopped, hoppin' at freaksFreelancin' on the weekendsGettin' lap dances from the Puerto Ricans (Strip clubs)I'm, Spanish speakin', of the Spanish HarlemTo East L.A., to the Bay, it ain't no problemGirl, you can't deny, I'm worldwide with this (What)From the, Pacific coast to the Atlantic mistI'm bi-coastal, rock the globe like I'm supposed to (Worldwide)International player that the squares can't get close toMe and Frosty loco, dippin' in the low-lowFlossin' like a boss whether I'm deep or slowKeep heat fo sho though, got the drank and do-doBig bank west side (Baby)Hop into my low-lowRepeat Chorus[Verse 2: Frost]I heard you claimed to be a rider, but man, I gotta warn youYou need to bend a couple of corners in CaliforniaUnderneath the palm trees on the sunset stripBlowin' bomb weed as I break gas, dip {*inhale, exhale*}I dedicate this to them bald headed locosAll my homeboys, dippin' in the low-lowSee all my friends, roll lowridersEven big body Benz got low pro tiresChrome wiresOn everything we drivin'From bikes, to cars, to trucks, I'm ain't lyin'You catch me flyin' up the highway (Yeah)Doin' ninety with ya breezy right behind meOn the way to the honeycomb hideoutPlayboy bunnies hop in when I slide outTime out, until we meet againAnd next time, mama, you can bring your friend (What)Repeat Chorus[Verse 3: Don Cisco]Just sit your tush on my leather, ma (Come on, baby)Touch the woodgrainI push a hundred thousand dollar off a good gameI should claim I'm a player by nature (You know)A natural born hustler, it's a must I touch paper (Big faces)Playmaker, when I'm makin' movesI got all eyes on me, like I'm breakin' rules (Don Cisco)Mama, let's take a cruise, through the bully of the back streetsStrapped with a fully for them fools tryin' to jack me (Roll with me)Sucker free to the fullestYeah, I'm a Frisco John (Know my stylo)Dodgin' L.A. bulletsHell yeah, I'm a rider (Hell yeah)It's that west coast life, but can't nobody do it liver (Dubs up)Pull all nighters and toast champagneBlowin' on trees, rollin' in the fast lane {*blowing*}With a Caravana love from a Caravana thug (Mosh, come on)Dippin' low-low, sittin' on dubsRepeat Chorus