Convoy

Low rider, low rider

Low rider, low rider

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill

Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy

We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three

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

Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

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 it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to amaze you all

Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend but guess what?

I slay niggaz and still savin' my best nut

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 you're smokin'

Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin'

Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in, I'm keepin'

All you motherfuckers in the deep end

You wanna trip? Then I got luggage

I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill

Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy

We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three

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

Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

'Cause we're 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

Don't front on me, baby boy and break bread with the sack

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 vato's gonna want ya

Not right here homes, we're past all of that

Makin' that feria spittin' that raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm down for my calle

Cypress Ave, ya pudo les madre

Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit

Any pendejo's gettin' hit up quick

Whassup Ese? What hood you claim?

Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang

Hands in the air with the pinky rings

Soul Assassins runnin' everythin'

To all you vatos, make sure you check this

In every barrio I'm well respected

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby

Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy

We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the street

We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on three

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

Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

Low rider, low rider

Low rider, low rider

Low rider, low rider

Low rider, low rider