The Game — Lowrider-mixed

[Intro] Chops on the track motherfuckers [Chorus] Cherry 64 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo, (my-my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (my lowrider, my my lowrider) 3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My-my lowrider, my lowrider) [Verse 1: Techniec] I see 'em tryin' shine like Tech, cause I shine like I be Grindin' on the set, d-d-diamonds on my neck Most talked about when I hit that strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip Come too close might get that clip, click bang don't trip Tech don't slip, laces up the roll go get my bitch Get my grip, talk my shit, hit my switch and dip Switchin' lanes on them Dana-Danes, same color as that candy paint Tangerine with mental flame, birthday boy [Verse 2: E40] I tried to never sober, chalupa, longer then a roller coster Out hear a hub-a-head'll do ya' for quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes, like some cobras, up top is where I'm from We lettin' our nuts hang over our shoulders, figure 8 and go and duck Droppin' with all 4 doors open, gassin' and breakin' and yolkin' We hyphy, we stewin, Vallejo, Richmond, Frisco and Oakland We 9ers, we Raiders (yeet), we some hustlers and some playas' We got 64s and low-lows, but most of us ride Scrapas' [Verse 3: Crooked I] Lord forgive me, you sent me to tote semi's Gulp Henny 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 help me view better cheddar kid I fucks more hoes than Hugh Heffner ever did That new leather shit, the Coupe hella' sick Dude move ahead of whoever cause dude never quit [Chorus] Cherry 64 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo, (my-my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (my lowrider, my my lowrider) 3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My-my lowrider, my lowrider) [Verse 4: Chingy] Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider Slide by your North sider rida' with a ho' driver G'd up from the feet up, plus the heat tough Toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up When I'm in L.A. I go in Crenshaw and floss a little Slide a lot thang' in that Black Wall Street Double U and P and CPT we keepin' it G In our lowriders-riders-riders [Verse 5: Lil' Rob] We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it won't fall, no not at all I'll break ya' jaw like a break the law, leave you all in all The lowrider so clean, you won't 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 Hittin' the fronts and the backs, watchin' out for the bash [Verse 6: Paul Wall] Homeboy, Big T, better know as Tyrone Is the first person I ever 'seen with a Chevy on chrome My parter 'bout it got the slab, wineberry over gold Schemes in the head rest just to let you know we holdin' I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash Now that's me you see flippin' slab, ridin' on glass How much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this I could've bought a Benz instead with the money I spent [Chorus] Cherry 64 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo, (my-my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (my lowrider, my my lowrider) 3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My-my lowrider, my lowrider) [Verse 7: Game] My 64 sittin' on that chrome, chrome Glock sittin' on my lap 2 hoes ridin in the back, candy paint, nigga fuck with that 3-wheel motion, I'm sittin' high, Daytonas that's all we ride Hit that switch, it's do or die, ride on me, that's suicide I be in the hood smokin' that green, Dr. Dre know' what I mean Swisher sweet and them purple leaves, California, we got that weed Black diamonds off in my chain, ask around nigga know my name Compton's own, the rap Lebron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes [Verse 8: W.C.] Make that brain splat 30-thang thing 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 nipple Get the picture, disrespect and I'mma' draw slugs But ain't no set trippin' cause nigga its all love Dub C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em Posin' in the intersection, 3-wheelin' on 'em nigga [Verse 9: Ice Cube] Raspberry 64 bring your cherry in We could make a Sunday, come home Monday I'm 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 Nobody better fuck with the little homie I hope Compton unite, South Central unite I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light [Chorus] Cherry 64 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo, (my-my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (my lowrider, my my lowrider) 3-wheelin' the 6-4 (my lowrider), hop in the lo-lo (my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all black Impala (My-my lowrider, my lowrider) [This has been a Chops production]