To all the lowriders, and big-ridersLowride.. what happened in the car yo?F'real, let a nigga..Brand new truck, butter soft seatFour point somethin with a low ride somethinAin't nothin better than to ride out the hood with itWho lookin better and damn you lookin good in itTake a chance with a nigga in the choice rideListen to the CD's I play insideMos Def, Jay, Prince, and StevieMarvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and BiggieAnd when the evening is over loveGonna find a nice spot for the Rover loveDo things to make the man in the moon blushMy mind race but I tell my waist don't rushYou's a upper echelon pieceSo when you find there's a stash then you don't freakYou wanna nibble on a nigga earAnd do all the things that make a nigga wanna get nearOh I'm a Queens representativeGet wild by any means my incentive isWhen we done, I start it up againAnd ride round with you cause you my special friend, uh[CHORUS]OOh, me and you I think we should riiiideCome on come on come on come onDon't worry just done get insiiideCome on come on come on come onThe second cut, her ride is like artWe get creative in it when we take it out and spin itThe backseat is the canvas we paintin onAbstract the word we creatin onThe TV's in the back and the dash tooGot miss napkins and bambooDon't worry, the Tip's past the legal oneOutkast's bangin loud in my eardrumThe way the wheels spin cuttin through the still windOutsiders lookin in with the ill grinFuel injected brand new inspectedEmissions got tested details perfectedGot the Armor All touch, empty out the dutchNo tobacco spillin on my rug clutchKick off your shoes show off your peticureShake off the blues we all forgettin moreBoy that thingStuff that brings ecstasy makin you clingA little harder than your average hug or grabLady tell me this is better than takin a cabAnd when you back tell all your girlsYou rode around hot-wheelin drinkin, no earlVacationin, V up my V8Just one night we drive and we escape
