Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal
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We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
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But nowadays if you don't got hundred spokes
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Homey don't even bring you car out
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And if you ain't switched up, forget about it
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Let me tell you about me ride ese
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My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps
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Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps
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Everything I need in my low-low
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I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up
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Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
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When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
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People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
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I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances
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Like a ruca, ass up, titties down
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So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's
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Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser
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Grab another 45 for me and change the record
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My neck hurts from hitting all day
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You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away
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[Chorus]
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
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People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
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Hop that motherfucker till the AR's brake
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
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People trip out when they see my carro shake shake
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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake
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Shaking like a Southern California earthquake
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I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down
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I put the top up, I put the top back down
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No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow
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And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
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I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires
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Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
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You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher
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Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire
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And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
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That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches
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People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks
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Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
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But when I leave I raise it up again
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Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again
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[Chorus]
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Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?
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Simon
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Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?
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Simon
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I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
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Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix
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Cuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush
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Or until some hynas get in the mix
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I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets
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Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits
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Looking all exuisent when I get explicit
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Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides
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Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride
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See saw, front, back, side to side
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Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost
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Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close
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All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene
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Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean
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Time to head home, another night to ascend
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Come back next weekend and do the same shit again
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[Chorus]
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Front Back Side to Side
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