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Yeah
Come on, take a little trip with the Frost
We about to go lowriding
(A lowrider)
Oh yeah, another night on the boulevard
Cruising hard, and everybody's lowridin'
Take a little trip with the Frost
And you know what, man?
Everything is gonna be alright
Yeah, bumper to bumper's all eyes on me
Rolling a Chico G '63
Convertible rag-top, and the rag-top's down
On the killer Daytons with the big boom sound
Lift it front to back, pancake from the bottom up
And when we rolling on 3-0, Vato, what's up?
Here comes the homeboys cruising down the Loma
Hitting the switches in a '39 Bomba
Ha-ha-ha
(Take a little trip, take a little trip)
(Take a little trip and see)
Yeah, lowriding
All my homies, roll lowriders
Hey
A lowrider is a little flier
Hey
Ay, yo, ALT, man
What you doing on the boulevard, loco?
Cruising, the bass escapes from the window
I'm rolling real slow and low, it's Sunday, I got to go
Yo, you can hear the bass of the rap jams' old breaks
A fly-ass Impala thump, paint got the gold flakes
Kicking back and yo, I'm soaring like an eagle
Frost in a Jeep, and Ralph M's in a Regal
We're looking at the fine ladies bumping the fresh tapes
Seeing the sparks from my car when the frame scrapes
Girls from blocks and blocks, they come in flocks and flocks
Ready to box, 'cause my '64 rocks
We call it a caravan, and yes y'all, we're rolling hard
A single file line (line)
On the boulevard
(Take a little trip, take a little trip)
(Take a little trip and see)
All my homies roll lowriders
Hey
A lowrider is a little flier
Hey
Ay, yo, Mellow, man
What's that you're bumping in your ride, man?
What's that you're bumping in your ride, homes? (Ain't got-)