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>My 64 Lyrics[Intro]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Mike Jones!)
Jockin' a b— slappin' a ho
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoops
[Chorus]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my— (Who?)
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes (Mike Jones, Jones, Jones!; Here we g-g-go)
[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
Well, I'm cruisin' down the street in my candy painted low (Low)
Bouncin' like a do', with fours on my '64's (4's)
I pull up wood grippin', doors tippin', sittin' low
I'm hittin' sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the flo' (Flo')
I'm leanin' on the curb, sippin' syrup, blowin' 'dro ('Dro)
The girls show me love when they panties hit the flo'
I said, I'm leanin' on the curb, sippin' syrup, blowin' 'dro
I got the '64 hoppin', watch it stop and do a show (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]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my— (Bun B)
Jockin' a— (Here we g-g-go)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
It's Bun B
I'm known for slammin' Cadillac do's
Comin' down on that candy
Wit' them swangers and them Vogues
But I got love for the West Coast (All day)
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali
The land of the low-lows
Touch down in 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'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg
And they already know
That I get love from the B's (B's)
Love from the C's (C's)
Mexican, Asian and Samoan OGs
Throw it up when they see me
And holla "Hey, Bun" (Bun)
When I'm comin' outta Soul Assassins grade one
You might see me at Long Beach
Or maybe Pasadena ('Dena)
Inglewood I-E or West Covina ('Vina)
I'm Southside ridin' with the homie Big Dun
Car hoppin', top droppin' (Yep)
So get and keep boomin' when I'm
[Chorus]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my— (Snoop Dogg)
Jockin' a— (Here we g-g-go)
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Bigg Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisienne ('Sienne)
With two girlies in the back (Back), in they Crip blue bikinis (Bikinis)
Shakin' and they jumpin' 'cause the duece keep bouncin' (Bouncin')
Tippin', whippin', the ass steady dippin' (Dippin')
Candy paint drippin' and the XO's what I'm sippin'
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the Ice Age
Mike Jones (Mike Jones!), rockin' like a Rollin' Stone
It's Snoop Dogg, boy, I'm b-b-bad to the bone
Yeah, them Cali boys, we love them low-lows (Low-lows)
And real car club members bang they logos
And take photos, see, everything is fine
I'm in the '64 or '63 or '59
I love my car (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 though
If you see me in the fo’ creepin' real slow, yo
[Chorus]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my—
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Lowridin' 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?
And 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 bizack
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' the 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 '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' a— jockin' a—
Cruisin' down the street in my—
Jockin' a— (Here we g-g-g-g-g-g-go)
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