It's time to Front, back, to side Corner and Haha, make my car shake
My carrucha got so many and dumps Hydraulics, custom paint, and bumps Everything I need in my I go hook it up with them vatos who can it up it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up When I'm done juice up, go back out and use some up Front, back, side to side, and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California I take, chances on this carrucha that dances a ruca, ass up, titties down So many Chevys you would think in the 60's Now I'm through, grab a tissue my dispenser Grab another 45 for me and the record My neck hurts hitting all day You you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches til the day I pass away
Front, back, to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and Front, back, side to side, corner and People trip out when they see my carro shake Front, back, to side, corner and pancake
I hit my switches up, I hit my down I put the top up, I put the top down No matter where I go they say my tire's the And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to low I'm a lowrider rolling on wires Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons with 5x20 tires You say that you three wheel, I bet I three wheel higher Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I fire And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and done Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the iches to hit the switches People tripping, how I lit this, street up sparks Listen to my perros bark, it to the ground everytime I park But when I leave I raise it up Hit the front down, hit up again, down, then I get them up again
Hey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63? Hey a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?
I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break Don't worry, it's nothing that we fix 'cause I don't stop until the pumps or until I get a head rush Or until hynas get in the mix I hit my switches, the gives me tickets Whenever you fix it, back to hitting Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out digits Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can it You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop Go up at an angle, watch my front dangle it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel Time for me to go holmes, my are low holmes