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