(Chorus)

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 being said several times*)



(Pras)

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 (????) on trail Praswell, rock well

Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)



(Chorus)

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 Eat 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 ass 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, canc12