Chords for Cypress Hill - Lowrider (Official Video)

_ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
[Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ [Cm] _ _ _
I'm coming through [Ab] for real, [G] we safe as hell.
I'm [Cm] back, you better knock that door off [F] your truck.
Go [G] against the craze, and we don't feel like [Ab] us.
[F] Let's play the games in the [Cm] street.
We got that low [Ab] rider, [F] scraping, [C] tipping, on [D] brakes.
So pop [G] your collar, give [Ab] a [G] holler.
Throw them doves in the [Cm] air.
We tear a roof off [F] the mother, [G] lady, let down your hair.
[Dm]
[Cm] Playin' to that [Ab] thing [D] to make you feel [Cm] alright.
That drink, crack [Ab] that [F] ruby, [A] getting freaky tonight.
[D]
Now when people are fucked up, [Ab] bubbing they head [D] to this,
you wonder why you wanted [Cm] anything instead of this.
We been making your backs for [Ab] many years [D] already.
Rock steady and cut, many to the many.
[G] But I just wanna [Ab] sit up, [D] whether it's the right chorus.
Guess my gift [Cm] is to amaze you.
Thought I couldn't come for ten, [Ab] my friend, [C] but guess what?
I slayed it, cause I'm still saving my best.
[Cm] But you better cover your [Ab] eyes, cause you [G] never know when.
I spit it out, [Cm] it starts and flow in.
I drop rocks, [Ab] they grow like trees.
[F] Your [G] drums feel like lungs, your brain's [Cm] choking.
Just let it [Ab] soak in, [G] seeping, creeping.
I'm keeping all your [Cm] money, in the deep end.
You on a trip, [Ab] then I got [F] luggage.
I [Cm] snuffed you in and sent you off, cause you ain't [G] working.
[Cm] I'm coming [Ab] through for [F] real, we cypress [Cm] hill.
I'm wacky, bang out that grump [Ab] on your [F] trunk.
[G] Throwing gangsta [D] crazy, [C] we so real.
[Ab] Like [G] hustlers playing games in the [Cm] street.
We got that low [Ab] rider, [F] [Cm] scraping, dipping on free.
[G] So [Cm] pop your collar, [Ab] give a [F] holler.
Throw the doves in [Cm] the air.
We tear the roof [Ab] off the [F] marble [G] lady.
Lay down your hair, [D]
[Cm] play into that [Ab] [F] thing.
That [G] make you feel all [Cm] right.
That drink, [Ab] crack that [F] ruby, [D] get it freaky [G] tonight.
[Cm] Cause we [Ab] cypress [F] hill, come on and [Cm] ride with us.
Just get inside, we [Ab] bout to [F] dip and [G] chop it up real tough.
[Bm] Lean [Ab] to the side, pimp your [F] rack, tilt your seat all [Cm] back.
Don't front on me, [Ab] baby [F] boy, [A] you're freaky.
When we_
[D]
[C] I be the bopper with the [Ab] firewood, [G] riding the rapla.
Always roll [Cm] deep on the streets like the mafia.
Play those [Ab] tracks, might [F] come back and [G] haunt ya.
Fossil too much, then [D] I'm bout to go in the [Cm] quad shop.
Got right here [Ab] at home, so [F] pass all of that.
Making that [Cm] fade, yeah, slinging that rap.
Y'all make no [Ab] sense, I'm [F] down for my [G] cahill.
Cypress at, here to [D] throw this [Cm] money.
Yeah, I'm too sorry, [Ab] we don't [G] play that sh**.
And you [Cm] better_
Get up quick, what's up and say, [Ab] what [F] hood you [G] claim?
Throwing up and down like it [D] ain't no [Ab] thing.
Hands in the air with the [G] pinky rings.
Solar [Cm] satins running everything.
To all you [Fm] vatos, make sure you check [C] this.
In every video, I'm [G] well respected.
[A] I'm coming [Ab] through for [G] real, this cypress hill.
[Cm] I'm back, you bet, [G] I'm back.
Pop [Ab] on your [F] trunk, [G] know we gangsta [D] crazy.
[Cm] It's a real [Ab] life, [G] hustlers playing games in [Cm] the street.
We got that low [Ab] ride, [C] I'm scraping, tipping, no break.
[G] No [Cm] pop, no collar, [Ab] if I holler, throw the dubs in [Cm] the air.
We tear the roof [Ab] off the [F] marble [G] lady, let down your [D] hair.
[Cm] Playing to that [Ab] [F] bang, to make you feel [Cm] alright.
I need that drink, [Ab] crack that [F] broke [A] again and break into mine.
[D] _ [Cm] _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _