Low Rider Rap

Hey all you low riders that cruise the street We've got one bad rap that can't be beat With a beat that will blow our b-o-y Heads Just give us a beat and we'll pass the test We're gonna make you down from your head to your toes, Turn up the stereos and here we go Now early one day I got the urge to drive So I took my moms car for a joyride The ride was so sweet, the noise so chill, The time that night came I cruised it again When the next day came I was all alone Just thinkin' about a car I could call my own So early in the night I went to find A job so I wouldn't have to hustle, steal a ride So I got a little job at the grocery store, Packin' all those groceries, man what a bore But I just kept thinkin' how it would feel To be cruisin' down the street in my own set of wheels I saved up my money put it all in the bank And put some aside for my gas tank Now we're the poor boys here to make some noise Tryin' to bring all the people some pride and joy We're the last three brothers on the microphone Just cruisin' around where the beat my go I was gunnin' for work one Monday at three, Came down Van Buren and was lucky to see It was sittin' in the lot, it was all the way vibe It was a cool old chevy, a sixty five! So I went into the lot and I asked the owner, How much do you want for the car in the corner? He said one hundred and fifty is my price And then I took it for a ride and it rode real nice So I bought the car, a couple days later I found a hole in the radiator I got that fixed for twenty five bills And when I got more money and got me some wheels They were classic, really fantastic, Made my car look for real Just turned on the ignition, blow my sounds, Give all the girls a thrill Show your fun side as we're crusin' Now hold it right there, don't go, Now let me see somebody do the jiggalow Jigga-shake, jigga-strut, Jigga-any kind of way but get off your butt See the party can't cruise if you don't wanna move, C'mon everybody get in the groove Cruisin' is a thing today And you can cruise in any old way You can cruise on the bus, You can cruise in your car, You can cruise no matter how far You can cruise all day, You can cruise all night, You can cruise in the lane to the right You can cruise to your girl on the telephone, You can cruise when you're all alone You can cruise to the rhythm of the funky beat And you can cruise cause it sounds so sweet Shake that girl, let's cruise Build it up from the groove How you gonna win if you think you're gonna lose? Gotta cruise in those dancin' shoes Now me and my fine lady took off for LA Cause they were havin' a car show the very next day We got to LA It was a very hip town, A lot a party people were there gettin' down North, east, south, and west Low riders everywhere but mine was the best We entered the car show and took first place, Real happy that we came cause it wasn't a waste Got to the party, Everybody's groovin' The sound of hydraulics got everybody jumpin' All the cars lined up against the wall but my car I won jumped four feet tall! Say Friday! Friday! Say Friday! Friday! Friday is the day that we get our pay I'm gonna call my girl, set up a date, Do all the chores early so I won't be late Gonna cash my check, see the money with my eyes, Give my mom a little bit so she won't cry Gonna wash my car, lubricate my grill, Then cruise across town to pick up my girl Gonna take her to the disco dance, yep it's on The fast, the slow, the struttin' along I'm gonna be GQ'd out, have her in gown, Gonna be slippin' and slidin' yeah really gettin' down We're all low riders, that's who we are Some ride here, some ride far No matter how far some of us go, We're gonna drive our low riders very slow I bought a Lincoln Continental seventy nine, Always shinin' it up, keepin' it lookin' real fine Got it up in the front, drag low in the back, When I hit the switch I got it goin' whack! Got to do what I can with my paid job, Thursday's I do people say I'm done I keep the white lookin' great, Got the magic LA On my license plate Didn't buy no rims, just pop my hood, See that's what we prefer in our car club Gotta the sun roof popped and rear views tint And when you open my door all you can smell is peppermint As we cruise through the city got my music up loud And every place we stop we seem to form a crowd Keep my car dropped low, won't raise it any higher, Want everyone to know that I'm a lowrider We're all low riders, that's who we are Some ride here, some ride far No matter how far some of us go, We're gonna drive our low riders very slow One plus two plus three is six, We're the poor boy rappers livin' in Phoenix We're gonna hip, gonna hop, gonna rap to the beat Til everyone around starts movin' their feet We could run, swim, walk, fly, dance, jump, turn around, Hey! We could really get down

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