(feat. Mellow Man Ace)      [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]   Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..      [Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)]   Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby   Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy   We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street   We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)   So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air   We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair   Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)   Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight      [B-Real]   Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this   You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this   We been makin you bounce, for many years already   Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti   But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff   Yes my gift is to amaze you all   Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what?   I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)   But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when   I spit it out and start some flowin   I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin   Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin   Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in   I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)   You wanna trip? Then I got luggage   I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged      [Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)]   Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby   Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy   We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)   We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three   So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)   We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair   Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)   Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight      [B-Real & Sen Dog]   Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us   Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough   Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back   Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)      [Sen Dog]   I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla   Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia   Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya   Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya   Not right here homes, we're past all of that   Makin that feria, spittin that raps   Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle   Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)   Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit   Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick   Whassup ese? What hood you claim?   Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der)   Hands in the air with the pinky rings   Soul Assassins, runnin everything   To all you vatos, make sure you check this   In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)      [Chorus]      [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade]   Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..