Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal
We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
But nowadays if you don`t got hundred spokes
Homey don`t even bring you car out
And if you ain`t switched up, forget about it
Let me tell you about me ride ese
My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps
Everything I need in my low-low
I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I`m done juice them up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many Chevys you would think we`re in the 60`s
Now I`m through, grab a tissue from my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the record
My neck hurts from hitting all day
You play you pay but that`s ok, I`ll hit my switches till the day I pass away
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
Hop that motherfucker till the AR`s brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
Shaking like a Southern California earthquake
I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top back down
No matter where I go they say my tire`s the glow
And next time tell me something I don`t know, I like to roll low
I`m a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire
And if I do I`ll get myself a `62 or have some fun in a rag-top `61 and it`s done
That`s Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
But when I leave I raise it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again
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Hey homey that`s a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, `63?
Simon
Hey homey that`s a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, `93?
Simon
I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
Don`t worry, it`s nothing that we can`t fix
Cuz I don`t stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush
Or until some hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits
Looking all exuisent when I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides
Don`t be suprised when I`m hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, side to side
Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost
Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can`t get close
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca`s looking mean
Time to head home, another night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the same shit again
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