(feat. Paul Wall, WC, E40, Chingy, Techniec, Crooked I...) ^Hook: Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, 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, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) ^Techniec: I see 'em tryna shine like Tech 'Cause I shine like I be grindin' on the set, d-d-diamonds on my neck Most talked about when I hit that strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip Come too close, might get that clip, click bang Don't trip, Tech don't slip, let's up the road, go get my bitch Get my grip, talk my shit, hit my switch and dip Switchin' lanes on them Dana-Danes, same color as that candy paint Tangerine, wit' metal plates... ^E-40: I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes, like some cobras Up top is where I'm from, we lettin' out nuts hang over our shoulders Figure-8 and goin' dumb Drivin' wit' all four doors open, gassin' and brakin' and yokin' We hyphy, we stupid, Vallejo, Richmond, 'Frisco, Oakland We 'Niners, we Raiders, we some hustlas and some playas We got '64's and low-low's, but most of us ridin' scrapers ^{Crooked I:} Please Lord forgive me, it's in me to toke Semi's Grope Penny and Remy, my pockets was so skinny Now I blow pennies on four Hemi's Run the whole city, hoes, I put dough before any My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid I fucks more hoes than Hugh Hefner ever did That new leather shit, the coupe hella sick Dude move ahead of whoever 'cause dude never quit ^Hook: Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, 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, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) ^Chingy: Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider Slide by ya, North sider, rider wit' 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 I'm in L.A., I go in Crenshaw and floss a little Slot a lot thang and them Black Wall Street Double-U and P and C-P-T, we keepin' it G In our lowriders, riders, riders ^{Lil' Rob:} We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it won't fall, no not at all I'll break yo' jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all And the ride is so clean, you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncin' a brown rag Wit' the Mexican flag and the American flag Hittin' the fronts and the backs, watchin' out for the badge ^{Paul Wall:} Home boy, Big T, better known as Tyrone Is the first person I ever seen wit' a Chevy on chrome My partner got it, bought the slab, wine berry over gold With screens in the head rests, just to let you know we holdin' I fell in love wit' it, and I dropped off some cash Now that's me you see, flippin' slab, ridin' on glass How much it cost? Don't ask, baby just know this I could've bout a Benz instead wit' the money I spent ^Hook: Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, 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, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) ^{The Game:} My '64 sittin' on that chrome, chrome glock sittin' on my lap Three hoes ridin' in the back, candy paint, nigga fuck with that Three-wheel motion I'm sittin' high, Daytona's that's all we ride Hit that switch it's do or die, ride on me, that's suicide I be in the hood smokin' 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 niggas know my name Compton's own, the rap LeBron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes ^WC: Make that brain splat, 30 thang-thang clap Known for the game rap, wit' the chrome frame wrap From Harley-Davidson's to low-low's, we do tip 'em 13-hundred spokes wit' that blue nipple, get the picture Disrespect, I'ma draw slugs But ain't no set trippin' 'cause nigger it's all love Dub-C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em Posin' in the intersection, three-wheelin' on 'em nigga ^{Ice Cube:} Raspberry '64 bring your cherry, and We can make a Sunday, come home Monday I'm sittin' on the one-way, up on the boulevard Act hard, put yo' thoughts on the dashboard 'Cause if I come through wit' the little homie Nobody better fuck wit' the little homie I hope Compton unite, South Central unite I hope my chrome, dance wit' the moonlight ^Hook: Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, 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, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)