Представляем точный текст композиции "Lowrider" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Lowrider» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "Lowrider"
Lyrics to Lowrider : [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. [Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real] Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether its the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldnt come for ten my friend, but guess what' I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees youre smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brains chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in Im keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip' Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you aint rugged [Chorus] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real & Sen Dog] Cause, were Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo hat, tilt yo seat on back Dont front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) [Sen Dog] I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vatos gonna want ya Not right here homes, were past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, Im down for my calle Cypress Ave, y el puro desmadre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we dont play that shit Any pendejos gettin hit up quick Whassup ese' What hood you claim' Now throw it up and down like it aint no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, Im well respected (low-ri-der) [Chorus] [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. [ Lowrider Lyrics ]
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