Pras - Lowriders Lyrics
(Chorus)Lowriders, we'll shove your lightersTo all my soldiers, the street fightersWe want no murder without your fireLowriders we're getting higher(*Yeah being said several times*)(Pras)What, Wah!What, what, whatWhat, what...Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, notWe're hot and you're not (yeah)We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shotsCome 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 blockCatchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain topGetting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lotLaugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kidsLike a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weightLike the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it outDo like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock wellTryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)(Chorus)Lowriders, we'll shove your lightersTo all my soldiers, the street fightersWe want no murder without your fireLowriders we're getting higherSo you wanna be a player?We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to JoeNow feel the blow you don't be a player no moreLike the same thing said Eat your hoeLike Jane without your name, bring cause the name is niceAnd the fame going in tight, I get hit from FriggaLove Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with priceAnd the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grownThe 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, canc12
