Lowrider Chords by Cypress Hill

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I'm [G] coming for fulfilling sacred [Cm] skill.
Oh baby, drop that bomb on your [F] front door with [Cm] gangsta crazy.
[G] We don't feel like hustlers playing [Cm] games in the street.
We got [F] that low variety line [Cm] scraping, tipping, on three.
[G] So off [Cm] your collar if I [G] holler, throw them [Cm] doves in the air.
We tear the roof off [D] the mama lady, let down your [Ab] hair.
[G]
Play until that banger make you [Cm] feel alright.
Smoke that tree, crack that fruit, we getting freaky tonight.
Now when people are tough [B] and they head to this, [Cm] you wonder why you wanted anything instead of this.
We've been making you back for many [G] years already, rock steady [Cm] and cut, many niggas [G] tickle Betty.
But I just wanna [Cm] blaze it up, whether it's the mic or a split, yes my gift is to amaze you.
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, [C] but guess what?
I [G] slay niggas and still say that I'm a bestler.
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when.
[Cm] I spit it out, it starts a flowin'.
I drop rock to grow like [Dm] trees, you're smoking.
Your drums feel [Ab] like lungs, [G] your brain's [Cm] choking.
Just let it soak in, seeping, creeping, I'm keeping all you motherfuckers in the deep end.
You on a trip, then I got lucky.
I fuck you when I send you off cause you ain't [G] lucky.
I'm in the phone, felt we cypress [Ab] hill.
I'm wacky, bang on that rock.
Fuck your [Dm] truck, throw a gangsta [Ab] [G] crazy.
We don't will, like farts.
Let's [Cm] play the games and the straight.
We got that low ride.
I'm scraping, dipping on three.
So rock your collar, give a holler.
Throw them doves in my ass, we tear a roof [Fm] off them other [C] ladies.
[Eb] Let down your hair, play it [G] to that [Ab] bang to [B] make them [Cm] feel alright.
Fuck that drink, crack that [F] brew, we getting freaky [Eb] [G] tonight.
Cause we cypress hill, come on and [Cm] ride with us.
Just get [G] inside, we bout to dip and top it [Cm] up real tough.
[Bm] Lay to [Cm] the side, [B] dip your ass, tilt your [Cm] seat all back.
Don't front on me, baby, boy, you thick, quit with the sack.
[G]
I be the bopper with the fine hood [Cm] ride in the Raffles.
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia.
Wait those jets, might [D] come back and haunt ya.
Flossing too [Ab] much, then bout [G] to throw in a [Cm] quatra.
[G] Not right here at home, so past all of that.
Making that [Cm] fade, yeah, slinging that rack.
Y'all make no [Fm] sense, I'm down for my [A] kayak.
Cypress Hill, [Eb] here, [G] put on that smiley.
We don't play that shit, [Cm] any band that don't get lit.
So quick, what's [C] up, per se?
What hood you playing?
Throwing them [Eb] down like it [G] ain't no [Cm] thing.
Hands in the air with the blinky rings.
Solar cells running everything.
To [C] all you vatos, make sure you check this.
In every [G] video, I'm well respected.
I'm a woman who fulfills Cypress Hill.
[Cm] I'm ready, baby, I'm back up on your front row.
With gangsta [G] crazy, [Cm] makes her feel like us.
Let's play the games in the streets.
We [C] got that new ride, I'm scraping, tipping, [B] and [G] breaking.
[Cm] I'm your father, if I holler.
Throw the gloves in the air, we tear the roof [Fm] off.
From all the waiting, [Eb] let down your hair.
Play and do that thing, y'all make me feel [Cm] alright.
Put that drink, crack that room, we getting freaky tonight.
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[C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
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