Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal

We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car

But nowadays if you don't got hundred spokes

Homey don't even bring you car out

And if you ain't switched up, forget about it

Let me tell you about me ride ese



My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps

Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps

Everything I need in my low-low

I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up

Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up

When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake

I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances

Like a ruca, ass up, titties down

So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's

Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser

Grab another 45 for me and change the record

My neck hurts from hitting all day

You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away



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Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

People trip out when they see my carro shake shake

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

Hop that motherfucker till the AR's brake

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

People trip out when they see my carro shake shake

Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake

Shaking like a Southern California earthquake



I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down

I put the top up, I put the top back down

No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow

And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low

I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires

Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires

You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher

Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire

And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done

That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches

People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks

Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park

But when I leave I raise it up again

Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again



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Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?

Simon

Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?

Simon



I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something

Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix

Cuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush

Or until some hynas get in the mix

I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets

Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits

Looking all exuisent when I get explicit

Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides

Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride

See saw, front, back, side to side

Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost

Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close

All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene

Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean

Time to head home, another night to ascend

Come back next weekend and do the same shit again



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