Lowriders (Feat. Mostwanted)

Lowriders, push up your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We don't want no murder, put out your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Yeah
What, wah!
What, what, what
What, what
Yo, yo stop talking about things you got, not
We're hot and you're not (yeah)
We roll on hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
Come on (big cats they eat got) this, we got locked
(Due plan and due gock) drop dead and go Rock
(What have and what now) real niggas who run the block
Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top
Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
Laugh, rap a lot, lot selling fake dreams to them kids
Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight
Like the skill I've tried to tip my scales but it falls it out
Do like the blaze and follow my own trail Praswell, rock well
Tryin to make a whole thing do well, something-something like Maxwell (wah!)
Lowriders, push up your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We don't want no murder, put out your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
So you wanna be a player?
We can do it up a layer, should have listened to Joe
Now fittin' ta blow you don't wanna be a player no more
Bubba Sanford hittin' your hoe
Like chain with ice your name, bring cause the name is nice
And the fame going in tight, I get hit for free
And luxury, and you the type of trickin ass nigga, got a name his price
Say the tip is big, (I'm only eighteen) acting like you're grown
When the Saints make it back to 'dome, I'm hittin' two like (chaperone)
This man consumed, let me rock on (crack of dawn)
Now back to home towards Texas (bought a new Lexus)
And then it goes in green, campaigning got to oversee with the walkin cream
(Drop a dollar bill y'all) causin team, most illin team
It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, takin that cream
Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel
Cause ya down with me this man ain't, with those, a po-po's yes's take no's
Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the - shows
Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here - don't - knows
Got something y'all tryin to see six of those
Y'all really see women I'm sick of
What, Wah!
What, Wah!
One false move I heat it up, I'm high off life not weeded up
You niggas get stuck for your dough and grips
See Mister don't care who you go against
Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits
Had them niggas wondering if I'm gonna come with the guns again
See ammo die with A&M with game on lock what's happening?
Made them stop there rappin when with your shoulders clappin then
Most wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
Mad cause a cat's got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well
Mad we be, BET, MTV you envy me
Be the same cats that'll love to hate y'all
Cause we swell like Tony Draper, been smokin' 'til buy the vapors
I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done
With the Camp, we number one, what, what, what
Lowriders, push up your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We don't want no murder, put out your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Yo, yo I saw a hundred chariots while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve feet deep and
Leapin, Quantum, Buju like Banton, no one can be where I'm from
Ichiban, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
True representors while you full time fronters
No one is see what it feels to be a refugee camper
Hard life of knocks, more cuffs than crooked cops
I ran with a full stock of bullsh- who you with, then go again
I spit brakes while you crash your whips, spread two lips you won't pop sh
Listen, test your full clip don't like getting who gives a sh
We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Lowriders, push up your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We don't want no murder, put out your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Yeah
Lowriders, push up your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We don't want no murder, put out your fire