My 64

Lyrics

[Chorus] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin the bitches, slappin a ho Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some hoops Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my (who?), jockin a... (Mike Jones, Jones, Jones) [Verse 1: Mike Jones] Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low) Bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6-4's I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low I'm hittin sixteen switches watch it stop and hit the floor I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro I got the 6-4 hoppin, watch it stop and do a show First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it First I lean, then I rock (mike jones) First I lean, then I rock (I said) First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it (because I'm) [Chorus] Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 (Bun B) Jockin a bitch... [Verse 2: Bun B] It's Bun B I'm known for slammin cadillac doors Comin down on that kandy With them swanger and them 4's But I got love for the west coast (all day) So I suppose I'm-a head out to Cali The land of the low lows Touchdown to L-A-X and I don't need no car Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar In the hood I'm-a star So to the hood i'm-a go With mike Jones and Snoop Dogg And they already know Then I get love from the B's Love from the C's Mexican, Asian that's a more of O G's Throw it up when they see me And holla Ay Bun When I'm comin out as soon as ansy gray one You might see me at long beach OR MAYBE PASADENA Inglewood I E or West COVINA A southside ride with the homie big Kun Car hoppin, top droppin The gettin get good when I'm [Chorus] Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6... (Snoop Dogg) Jockin a bitch... [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg with a yellow paris hiny With two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis Shakin and they jumpin cause the duece keep bouncin Tippin, whippin, the ass steady dippin Candy paint drippin and these axels want a sippin As I shake like a dice game cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockin like a Rolling Stone It's Snoop Dogg boy, I'm B-B-Bad to the bone Yea them Cali boyz, we love them low lows An real car club niggas bang they logos And take photos, see everything is fine I'm in the sixty-four or sixty-tre, or fifty-nine I love my car, like I love my wife See lowridin ain't a sport it's a way of life On the real doe I'll tell you how I feel doe If you see me in the fo' creepin slow yo [Chorus] Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6... Jockin a, jockin a... Cru-cru-cruisin... [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man Low ridin′ is not a sport, it′s a way of life It's like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me You gotta put the fresh paint on it You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise That's the tires, you understand me? You gotta put the chrome on it A little gold on it, you understand me It's gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig? An′ you gotta drop the top You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker You definitely got to have a beat And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak You know what I'm sayin′? one of the side, two on the b-sack That's how it′s gotta go down man That's real lowridin, you understand me From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man We bouncin', we schlippin′, we tippin′, we dippin' We dodgin′ motherfuckin' pigs all the while While we doin′ this motherfuckin' gangsta style You understand what I′m sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin′ [Chorus] Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cru-cru-cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Jockin a, jockin a... Cruisin down the street in my... Jockin a... Cru-cru-cru... (Here we go-go-go)