It's time to ride

Front, back, side to side

Corner and pancake

Haha, make my car shake shake



My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps

Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and 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 til 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

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



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 5x20 tires

You say that you three wheel, I bet that 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 iches 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 homeboy that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63?

Simon

Hey 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 until I get a head rush

Or until some hynas get in the mix

I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets

Whenever you fix it, back to hitting switches

Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits

Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it

You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop light

Go up at an angle, watch my front tire dangle

Threw it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel

Time for me to go holmes, my batteries are low holmes



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