Hey, what's happening? It's your homeboy, lil' rob, back with some more shit You know I cruise my lowriders I just can't find nothin' to cruise to, you know? What happened to the good music? All that oldies shit This one's goin' out to everybody low riding Who need something to cruise to Watcha All you Vatos, take note: Lil' Rob ain't no joke So watcha, jump in my 63 impala Put down the top, as I pull to the stop Drop, roll, never can be too low Simón, I got lowriders Hundred spoke wires, white wall tires Four pumps jumps, it higher than you've ever seen Fucking mean, fucking clean Can't drive too fast, or swerving Slipping and dipping, that's what we call it That's what you do when you've got hydraulics I seesaw it, front, back, side to side pancake it We don't fake it, ese, we just take it Don't try to jack it Bullet holes in your jacket from my semiautomatic What you thought, ese, we ain't got no pride? Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin') My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good) I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin') And it's all to look good, órale, check this out Got a Bombita 4'9 Trokita C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T, you don't know? Forty-five player, for all my oldies Forty-five double l, for all them phonies Gots corner windows and a 350 Pedal to the medal, watch me take off, like, quickly Shit, I could smoke 'em like my pistola Like a Lil' Rob Rola, my Trocka's the bomba Nah, it ain't painted, homes, it's just primered Black with some thirteens and a Sun visor It still looks mean, though, it still looks clean, though See it on the website, I'm drinking with my primo WWW-Dot-Lil' Rob-dot-com, I can cruise all day And cruise all night long, from Sun down till Sun up I'll cruise my Troka, I'm a low rider, I told ya, I told ya I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin') My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good) I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin') And it's all to look good, órale, check this out Got a big body F-L-double-E-T-W-double-O-D 1993 Cadi' Extended a-arm 'cause, homes, I play hard Hop my carrucha up and down the boulevard Bumping some zap jams, oldies or rap jams Ralfi pagan, sos or some gap band I'm the outstanding, that's why they can't stand me Three-wheel standing, hopping with smooth landings Fool racks a four-ton, the more bounce, the more fun Keeping drinks in my ride if you bring 'em in Guarantee to spill some I won't stop till I catch my trunk up on fire Keep on hopping till I pop a tire Pass the wire, and let it be known I'll pay the chrome Before I pay the phone, and that's when you know You're a low rider, got pride in my ride Everybody else just admires If was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where I'm cruisin' (where I'm cruisin') My low ride's looking good (my low ride's looking good) I said I was brought up (I said I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (in a small neighborhood) Where we go cruisin' (where we go cruisin') And it's all to look good, órale, check this out