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The Game - My Lowrider

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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)

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