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Mike Jones
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Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Mike Jones)
Jockin' a bitch, slappin' a ho
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold shoes and hoops
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my (Who?)
Jockin' a bitch (Mike Jones, Jones, Jones)
Well, I'm cruisin' down the street in my candy painted low (Low)
Bouncin' like a toe with fours on my '64 ('4)
I pull up, wood grippin', fo's tippin', sittin' low
I'm hittin' sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the flo'
I'm leanin' on the curb, sippin' syrup, blowin' dro (Dro)
The girls show me love when they panties hit the flo'
I said I'm leanin' on the curb, sippin' syrup, blowin' dro
I got the '64 hoppin', watch it stop and do a show
First I lean with it, then I rock with it
I got a candy apple drop with a Glock in it
First I lean with it, then I rock with it
I got a candy apple drop with 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
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my (Bun B)
Jockin' a bitch
It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin' Cadillac doors
Comin' down on that candy with them swangers and them Vogues
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
Touch down at LAX and I don't need no car
Rob and 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 Bs (Bs), love from the Cs (Cs)
Mexican, Asian, and some more OGs
Throw it up when they see me, and holler "Hey Bun" (Bun)
When I'm comin' out of Soul Assassin gray one
You might see me out in Long Beach or maybe Pasadena ('Dena)
Inglewood, I.E., or West Covina ('Vina)
Or Southside ridin' with the homie Big Toon
Car hoppin', top droppin' (Yep), so give the kid room when I'm
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my (Snoop Dogg)
Jockin' a bitch
Big Snoop Dogg in a yellow parasini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin' and they jumpin' 'cause the deuce keep bouncin'
Tippin', whippin', the ass steady dippin'
Candy paint drippin', Lindy Exos what I'm sippin'
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones, rockin' like a rolling stone
And Snoop Dogg goin' 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 or 60, trey, or '59
I love my car like I love my wife
See, lowridin' ain't a sport, it's a way of life
On the real though, I'll tell you how I feel though
If you see me in the fo', creepin' real slow, yo
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Yeah, man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Lowridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life
It's like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me?
You gotta put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise
That's the tires, you understand me?
You gotta put the chrome on it or the gold on it, you understand me?
It gotta be hundred spokes or better, you dig?
And you gotta drop the top, you gotta
Put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have the beat
And when you hit the streets, you gotta have a freak
You understand? One on the side and two in the bizzack
That's how it's gotta go down, man
That's real lowridin', you understand me?
From a West Coast motherfuckin' G, man
We bouncin', we slippin', we tippin', we dippin'
We dodgin' the motherfuckin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I'm just cruisin'
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my
Jockin' a bitch