Cypress Hill - Low Rider ft Mellow Man Ace

[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 lowrider, scrapin' dippin' on three (lowrider)
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 (lowrider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

[B-Real:]
Now when people are done, bumpin' their 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 niggas 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 niggas and still savin' my best nut (lowrider)
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when