Stoned Raiders

[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]<br>Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..<br><br>[Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace)<br>Aww, comin through fo` real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby<br>Got that crunk, for yo` trunk, goin gangsta crazy<br>We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street<br>We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)<br>So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo` dubs in the air<br>We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo` hair<br>Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)<br>Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight<br><br>[B-Real]<br>Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this<br>You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this<br>We been makin you bounce, for many years already<br>Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti<br>But I just want to blaze it up; whether it`s the mic or a spliff<br>Yes my gift is to amaze you all<br>Thought I couldn`t come for ten my friend, but guess what?<br>I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)<br>But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when<br>I spit it out and start some flowin<br>I drop rhymes that grow like trees you`re smokin<br>Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain`s chokin<br>Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in<br>I`m keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)<br>You wanna trip? Then I got luggage<br>I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain`t rugged<br><br>[Chorus] + (Mellow Man Ace)<br>Aww, comin through fo` real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby<br>Got that crunk, for yo` trunk, goin gangsta crazy<br>We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)<br>We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three<br>So pop yo` collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)<br>We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo` hair<br>Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)<br>Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight<br><br>[B-Real & Sen Dog]<br>Cause, we`re Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us<br>Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough<br>Lean to the side, pimp yo` hat, tilt yo` seat on back<br>Don`t front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)<br><br>[Sen Dog]<br>I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla<br>Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia<br>Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya<br>Flossin too much, no vato`s gonna want ya<br>Not right here homes, we`re past all of that<br>Makin that feria, spittin that raps<br>Ya me conoces, I`m down for my calle<br>Cypress Ave, y el puro desmadre (low-ri-der)<br>Ya tu sabes, we don`t play that shit<br>Any pendejo`s gettin hit up quick<br>Whassup ese? What hood you claim?<br>Now throw it up and down like it ain`t no thang (low-ri-der)<br>Hands in the air with the pinky rings<br>Soul Assassins, runnin everything<br>To all you vatos, make sure you check this<br>In every barrio, I`m well respected (low-ri-der)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade]<br>Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..