Show the love you feel inside Do you work at a job you despise? do you live with cockroaches? have you been mugged lately? did your favorite jeans
heads never fight, that wouldnt happen 'cause if that happened than things might be to good to be right So just know that i know u a rider and down for
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop? I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips The royal blue and the orange Patricks Wudn't like you homo sucka's I had the low
't get it (Its impossible) Lil mama, for you to fit all that up in a pants; booty kinda wide turn a regular jeans in a low riders tell me can I be your
we Certified Gangstas [Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider
Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider
for the piece this is work you must be a stripper or new member of the twirt team bounce in that thing in them jeans got it jerkin bustin out the seams in them jeans
With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel What's the deal? Dick riders on board In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord [Chorus
jeans, screamin Infamous Queens Forty-First Side kid, you know me I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low
(party on) until the early morn (early morn), I get my party on (yo), we gonna party til the break of dawn. Hot chicks and fish net stockins, fake breast and tummy tuckin, Low rider jeans
on) until the early morn (early morn), I get my party on (yo), we gonna party til the break of dawn. Hot chicks and fish net stockins, fake breast and tummy tuckin, Low rider jeans
and I'll never forget him Used to be down for the hood thang Quick to cook and breakin' caine Straight runnin thangs around the way Havin his money man A rider
and deceit you must cheat Exposed to worldly things what brings settleness it seems But in the end loneliness and heartache controls the scene Baggy jeans
I've got the perfect cel plan with nights and weekends free More on-peak than I need But no one ever calls me I'll wear low rider jeans Put a barbell
for the radio [Hook] This is for the radio This is for the whips with the chrome 2-0's This is for the shortys walking down the street In them low rider jeans