Original performer: war
All my friends
Love the low rider
Low rider
Gonna get a little higher
Low rider
Gonna get it in the street now
Low rider
Gonna move your feet now
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
[mellow man ace: repeat 2x]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[intro: b-real] + (mellow man ace)
Aww, comin through fo’ real we cypress hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo’ trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
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 (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
[b-real]
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 (low-ri-der)
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 (low-ri-der)
You wanna trip? then i got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain’t rugged
[chorus] + (mellow man ace)
Aww, comin through fo’ real we cypress hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo’ trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo’ collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo’ hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
[b-real & sen dog]
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 (low-ri-der)
[sen dog]
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the rafla(?)
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Jueto(?), 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
Yame(?) conoces, i’m down for my calle
Cypress ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
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 (low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul assassins, runnin everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, i’m well respected (low-ri-der)
[chorus]
[mellow man ace: repeat 4x to fade]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
Johnny’s trapping stars in his car
With the radio on
In the parking lot
Lily heard a sound
While they were going down
Someone on el camino had been shot
Carmelita stared
She really cared for that boy
He meant a lot
Carmelita, she came over the border
Immigration man saw her
She wouldn’t take a short order
But it was so far behind her
She had her heart on the wire
She became a low rider
Immigration’s full of strange language strains
Rules carmelita never learned in school
Not in school
But in the streets of mexico
She came to know
That borderlines were made to walk through
Her daddy said you’re fine,
You’re not the water, you’re the wine
You can take and make it all new
So make it new
Carmelita, she came over the border
Immigration man saw her
‘cause she refused to take a short order
But it was easy to find her
She joined the boulevard choir
When he became a low rider
Sometimes in the dark
Some things just go wrong
And it peels into the night just like a knife
Like a knife
They stab you so cold
The blood is bottled and sold
All she wanted was a radio to hold
But she said dying makes her feel so old
Carmelita, she came over the border
Immigration man snagged her
‘cause she wouldn’t take a short order
But it was easy to find her
She joined the boulevard choir
When she became a low rider
Vocals by brian "head" welch
Original by war
All my friends drive a low rider
And a low rider is a little lower
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip, you and me…
Ah yeah…
Oh shit, aw shit, uh, yep.
She is my low rider
She is my low rider
Some say she’s bad, but she’s better than no rider
She carries a .45 on her hip
She takes no bother, she takes no lip
So put your hands on my rider today
She is my low rider
She is my low rider
Some say she’s bad, but she’s better than no rider
In the morning, i get my kicks
When she shows me all her tricks
A love of mine, you know she’s fine, i say
She is my low rider
She is my low rider
Some say she’s bad, but she’s better than no rider
