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Pras
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Lowriders
Lyricist:Jerry Duplessis, Al Baseer Holly, Nafis Hurst, Prakazrel Michel, Joel Witherspoon
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, ‽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 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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, pass 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
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