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2009-07-18

Lowriders

Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What, wah, what, what, what What, what Yo, yo stop holdin' my things you got, not We're hot and you're not (Yeah) We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots Come on (Big cats they eat got) This we got, lot (Due plan and due glock) Drop dead and go Rock What have and what now? Who niggas who run the block Catchin' you up in the barbershop Seein' you on a mountain top Getting dropped and getting popped You talk a lot, lot, laugh, rap a lot, lot Sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out Do like the Blazer [unverified] on trail Pras well, rock well Tryin' to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher So you wanna be a player? We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more Like the same thing said, '€œEat your hoe Like Jane without your name, bring 'cause the name is nice And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga Love Terega, good type of trickin' a*s nigga, got a name with price And the tint is big (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on (Crack of dawn) Now bag to home towards Texas (Bought a new Lexus) And it goes Shane Green Can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin' cream (Drop a dollar bill y'all) Causin' team, most illin' team It's a nineteen bionic eighteen To the eighteen makin' that cream, checkin' that cream 'Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die So gotta do with Charlie's angel 'Cause ya down with me this man Ain't with those, a pose yes's take no's 'Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate 'cause the shows It's cool cats y'all, rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't knows Got something y'all tryin' to see six of those Y'all really see women I'm sick of What, wah What, wah Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips See Mister don't care who you go against 'Cause half of them niggas you rollin' with They hear my name and call it quits Had them niggas wanderin' if I'm gonna come with the guns again See ammo die with A and M With game on lock at seven and Made them stop there rappin' When which you show this clappin' end Hoes wanted Pras well, hate on us, might as well Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin' well Mad we be, E and T, MTV you endin' me Peter stand back 'cause they're love to hate y'all 'Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin' by the vapors I'ma 'bout to treat y'all by the capers, high 'em, pull 'em how it's done With the Camp, we number one, what, what, what Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin' Creepin, twelve o' peepin' Leapin', Quantum Usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from ET Bon, number one, come along, pa*s it on, Brooklyn True rappers and is why you front on finders No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part Listen, test your full clip don't like getting We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher

  1. 1st Phone Interlude
  2. 2nd Phone Interlude
  3. 3rd Phone Interlude
  4. Amazing Grace
  5. Another One Bites the Dust
  6. Blue Angels
  7. Can't Stop The Shining (rip Rock Pt. 2)
  8. Dirty Cash
  9. Final Interlude
  10. For the Love of This
  11. Frowsey, Pt2
  12. Get Your Groove On
  13. Ghetto Supastar That Is What You Are - Ol' Dirty Bastard
  14. Hallelujah
  15. Here We Go
  16. Lowriders
  17. Murder Dem
  18. Right One-
  19. Wha' What Wha' What
  20. What'cha Wanna Do - Free
  21. What's Clef
  22. Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh - Mack 10