My Lowrider-The Game featuring Techniec, E-40, Crooked I, Chingy, Lil Rob, WC, & Ice Cube 



(chops on the track motherfuckers!) 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 1]-techniec 

I see em trynna shine like tech/ 

cause I shine like I be grinding on the set/ got the diamonds on my neck/ 

most talked about when I hit that strip/ watch it bounce when I hit that dip/ 

come to close might get that clip/ click BANG/ 

don't trip, tech don't slip/ lets up the road go get my bitch/ 

get my grip, talk my shit/ hit my switch and dip/ 

switchin lanes on them day to day/ same color as that candy paint/ 

tangerine 



[verse 2]-e-40 

I tried to never sober/ chalupa, longer then a roller coster/ 

out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup/  

Venomos snakes, like some cobras/ up top is where im from/ 

We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders/ figure 8 and go n duck/ 

droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin/ 

we hyphy, we stupid valeho, richmond, frisco , Oakland/ 

we 9ers, we raiders/ we some hustlers and some players/ 

we've got 64s and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas/ 



[verse 3]-crooked i 

lord forgive me/it in me to sent me to tote semi's/ 

grope penny and remy/ my pockets was so skinny/ 

now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's/ 

run the whole city/hoes, I put dough before any/ 

my 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid/ 

I fucks mo hoes then hugh heffner ever did/ 

that new leather shit/ the coup hella sick/ 

dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit/ 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 4]-chingy 

cranberry impala, that's my lowrider/ 

slide by your north sider rider with a hoe driver/ 

g'd up from the feet up plus the heat tough/ 

toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up/ 

when im in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little/ 

slot a lot thang in that black wall street/ 

double u and p and cpt we keeping it G/ 

in our low riders riders riders/ 



[verse 5]-lil rob 

we put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl/ 

I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all/ 

I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave u all in all/ 

The lowrider so clean, you wont know what you saw/ 

I sit low with a tall can/ in a brown bag/ 

With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag/ 

with the Mexican flag and the American flag/ 

hitting the fronts and the backs/ watching out for the bash/ 



[verse 6]-paul wall 

home boy, Big T, better know as tyrone/ 

is the first person I ever seen with a chevy on chrome/ 

my parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold/ 

with screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding/ 

I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash/ 

now that's me you see flippin slab, riding on glass/ 

how much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this/ 

I coulda bought a benz instead with the money I spent/ 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



[verse 7]-the game 

my 64 sittin on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap/ 

2 hoes ridin in the back/ candy paint, nigga fuck with that/ 

3-wheel motion, im sitting high/ daytonas, that's all we ride/ 

hit that switch its do or die/ ride on me that's suicide/ 

I be in the hood smoking that green/ dr. dre know what I mean/ 

swisha sweet and them purple leaves/ California, we got that weed/ 

black diamonds off in my chain/ ask around nigga know my name/ 

comptons own, the rap lebron james/ ridin low, im switchin lanes/ 



[verse 8]-wc 

make that brain splat/ 30 thang thang clap/ 

know for the game rap/ with the chrome frame wrap/ 

from harley davidsons to low lows, we do tip em/ 

13 hundred spokes with that blue nibble get the picture/ 

disrespect and imma draw slugs/ 

but aint no set trippin cause nigga its all love/ 

dub c drop the real on em, chevy chrome grill on em/ 

posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin on em nigga/ 



[verse 9]-ice cube 

rasberry 64 bring your cherry/ 

and we could make a Sunday, come home Monday/ 

im sittin on the one-way, up on the boulevard/ 

act hard, put ya thoughts on the dashboard/ 

cause if I come through the hood with the little homie/ 

no body better fuck with the little homie/ 

I hope ( Compton unite/ south central unit/ 

I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light/ 



[chorus]-the game 

cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 

three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider) 

chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) 



(this has been a chops production)