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Hot Boys F/ Turk - Lowriders lyrics
(Chorus)
 Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
 To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
 We want no murder without your fire 
 Lowriders we're getting higher
(*Yeah being said several times*)
 (Pras)
 What, Wah!
 What, what, what
 What, what...
 Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not 
 We're hot and you're not (yeah)
 We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
 Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot
 (Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock 
 (What have and what now) who niggas who run the block 
 Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top 
 Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
 Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
 Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight 
 Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out 
 Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well
 Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!) 
 (Chorus)
 Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
 To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
 We want no murder without your fire 
 Lowriders we're getting higher
 So you wanna be a player?
 We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe 
 Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more 
 Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
 Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice 
 And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga
 Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price 
 And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown 
 The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)
 This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) 
 Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus) 
 And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream 
 (Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team
 It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream
 Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel 
 Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's 
 Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows
 Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knowsHot Boys F/ Turk - Lowriders - http://motolyrics.com/hot-boys-f-turk/lowriders-lyrics.html
 Got something y'all tryin to see six of those 
 Y'all really see women I'm sick of...
 (Pras)
 What, Wah!
 What, Wah!
 Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up
 You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips 
 See Mister don't care who you go against
 Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits 
 Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again
 See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and 
 Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end
 Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
 Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well 
 Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
 Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all
 Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors 
 I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done
 ... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what 
 (Chorus)
 Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
 To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
 We want no murder without your fire 
 Lowriders we're getting higher
 Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin 
 Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from 
 ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
 True rappers and is why you front on finders 
 No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on
 Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops 
 I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again
 I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part... 
 Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
 We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
 Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!
 (Chorus)
 Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
 To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
 We want no murder without your fire 
 Lowriders we're getting higher 
 Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
 To all my soldiers, the street fighters 
 We want no murder without your fire 
 Lowriders we're getting higher











