My 64 (feat. Bun B & Snoop)

Cruisin' down the street in my 64

Jockin' the bitches, slapping a ho

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoops

Cruisin' down the street in my 64

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Cruisin' down the street in my, who?

Jockin' a, Mike Jones, Jones, Jones

Well I'm cruisin' down the street in my candy painted low

Bouncing like a door, with four on my 64's

I pull up wood gripping, doors tippin' sittin' low

I'm hitting sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin' on the curb sippin' syrup, blowin' dro

The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor

I said I'm leanin' on the curb sippin' syrup, blowin' dro

I got the 64 hopping, watch it stop and do a show

First I lean with it, then I rock with it

I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it

First I lean with it, then I rock with it

I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it

First I lean, then I rock Mike Jones

First I lean, then I rock, I said

First I lean with it, then I rock with it

I got a candy apple drop with a Glock in it

Because I'm

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Cruisin' down the street in my, Bun B

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It's Bun B

I'm known for slammin' Cadillac doors

Comin' down on that candy

With them swangers and them fours

But I got love for the west coast all day

So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touchdown in LAX and I don't need no car

Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar

In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go

With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg

And they already know that I get love from the B's

Love from the C's

Mexican, Asian, and Samoa OG's

Throw it up when they see me and holler, hey, Bun

When I'm comin' out as someone sense a gray one

You might see me at Long Beach, or maybe Pasadena

Inglewood IE or West Covina

A southside ride with the homie Big Coon

Car hoppin', top droppin'

So getta kid good when I'ma

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Cruisin' down the street in my, Snoop Dogg

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Big Snoop Dogg in a yellow pearl Mercedes

With two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis

Shakin' and they jumpin' 'cause the deuce keep bouncin'

Tip it, whip it, that ass steady dippin'

Candy paint drippin' and these axels want a sippin'

As I shake like a dice game cold as the ice age

Mike Jones rockin' like a rollin' stone

It's Snoop Dogg, boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

Yeah, them Cali boys

We love them low-lows

And real car club members bang they logos

And take photos

See everything is fine, I'm in the 64

A 60 trail a 59

I love my car like I love my wife

See low ridin' ain't a sport it's a way of life

On the real though, I'll tell you how it feel though

If you see me in the 4 creepin' slow yo

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Yeah, man, let me explain something to you one time, man

Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life

It's like dealing a car from scratch, you understand me?

You got put the fresh paint on it

You got put the mustard and mayonnaise, that's the tires, you understand me?

You got put the chrome on it or the gold on it, you understand me?

You got be a hundred spokes or better, you dig

And you gotta drop the top, you got put switches on the motherfucker

You definitely got to have a beat and when you hit the streets you have to have a freak

You know wha I'ma say, one the side, two in the B-zack

That's how it's gotta go down, man

That's real lowriding, you understand me?

From a west coast, motherfucking cheese, man

We bounce and we schlip and we tip and we dip and we dodge them

Motherfucking pigs all while

While we do this motherfucking gangsta style, you understand what I'm saying?

I'm just cruisin'

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