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Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car But nowadays if you don`t got hundred spokes Homey don`t even bring you car out And if you ain`t switched up, forget about it Let me tell you about me ride ese
My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps Everything I need in my low-low I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up When I`m done juice them up, go back out and use some up Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances Like a ruca, ass up, titties down So many Chevys you would think we`re in the 60`s Now I`m through, grab a tissue from my dispenser Grab another 45 for me and change the record My neck hurts from hitting all day You play you pay but that`s ok, I`ll hit my switches till the day I pass away
[Chorus] Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake Hop that motherfucker till the AR`s brake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake Shaking like a Southern California earthquake
I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down I put the top up, I put the top back down No matter where I go they say my tire`s the glow And next time tell me something I don`t know, I like to roll low I`m a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire And if I do I`ll get myself a `62 or have some fun in a rag-top `61 and it`s done That`s Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park But when I leave I raise it up again Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again
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Hey homey that`s a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, `63? Simon Hey homey that`s a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, `93? Simon
I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something Don`t worry, it`s nothing that we can`t fix Cuz I don`t stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush Or until some hynas get in the mix I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits Looking all exuisent when I get explicit Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides Don`t be suprised when I`m hopping next to your ride See saw, front, back, side to side Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can`t get close All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca`s looking mean Time to head home, another night to ascend Come back next weekend and do the same shit again
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