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hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the regal, we thought we were all bad with mcleans and a lowered car, but nowadays if you don't got hundred spokes, homey don't even bring you car out, and if you ain't switched up, forget about it, let me tell you about me ride ese, my carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps, hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumps, everything i need in my low-low, i go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up, wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up, when i'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up, front, back, side to side, corner and pancake, people trip out when they see my carro shake like a southern california earthquake, i take, many chances on this carrucha that dances, like a ruca, ass up, titties down, so many chevys you would think we're in the 60's, now i'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser, grab another 45 for me and change the record, my neck hurts from hitting all day, you play you pay but that's ok, i'll hit my switches till the day i pass away, front, back, side to side, corner and pancake, people trip out when they see my carro shake shake, front, back, side to side, corner and pancake, hop that motherfucker till the ar's brake, front, back, side to side, corner and pancake, people trip out when they see my carro shake shake, front, back, side to side, corner and pancake, shaking like a southern california earthquake, i hit my switches up, i hit my switches down, i put the top up, i put the top back down, no matter where i go they say my tire's the glow, and next time tell me something i don't know, i like to roll low, i'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires, gotta be thirteen inch daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires, you say that you three wheel, i bet you i three wheel higher, got a chrome extinguisher just in case i catch fire, and if i do i'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done, that's q-vo, q-vo, i got the itches to hit the switches, people tripping, how i lit this, street up with sparks, listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime i park, but when i leave i raise it up again, hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then i get them up again, hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?, simon, hey homey that's a pretty bad ass cadillac fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?, simon, i start my car up and gas her everytime i dance it i break something, don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix, cuz i don't stop until the pumps bust or i get a head rush, or until some hynas get in the mix, i hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets, hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits, looking all exuisent when i get explicit, because i got a lowride that looks like it slow rides, don't be suprised when i'm hopping next to your ride, see saw, front, back, side to side, three wheel around the corner as i get ghost, check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close, all you see is six tail-lights as i leave the scene, carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean, time to head home, another night to ascend, come back next weekend and do the same shit again,