[Verse 1: Choosey]
Look, uh, picture me rollin' like anythang bang to it
Take a hoopty Buick, and the spoke [?] to it
Swoop my lady playing Beverly and Mays music
Marry Wells and Charrells with the bass boomin'
Out the twelve OLs[?] see the neighbors snoozing
My wheel wells scrape when I switch the lanes cruisin'
Sunday afternoon, catch me on your avenue
But I'm stuck on this damn bus man, if I had a low low
[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Oh, if I had a low rider
I would let you ride shotgun with me
Cruising through the sunset
Until the tank is almost empty
Oh
[Verse 2: Choosey]
Ayo, my baby looks amazing that's a matter of fact
I mean my lady in my low low and she droppin' that back
Whether I'm waxin' on the hood of that, or waxin' that ass
Got a full tank of gas and she gassin' my raps
Gotta relax, she lay flat, I hop on it fast
And she know to hop on top if she's not on that rag
I might, drop the rag top if the cop lights flash
Toss the stash cus you know I got the knots in that dash
My chains swang left and right like the mirror dice do
Baby wipe the Air Nikes; leather gettin' white too
Imma roll it down with my arm around her [?]
Down for a nigga, she been ridin' since high school
Just like paradise every time I ride through
But I'm on this rusty as bike man, if I had a low low
Look, uh, picture me rollin' like anythang bang to it
Take a hoopty Buick, and the spoke [?] to it
Swoop my lady playing Beverly and Mays music
Marry Wells and Charrells with the bass boomin'
Out the twelve OLs[?] see the neighbors snoozing
My wheel wells scrape when I switch the lanes cruisin'
Sunday afternoon, catch me on your avenue
But I'm stuck on this damn bus man, if I had a low low
[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Oh, if I had a low rider
I would let you ride shotgun with me
Cruising through the sunset
Until the tank is almost empty
Oh
[Verse 2: Choosey]
Ayo, my baby looks amazing that's a matter of fact
I mean my lady in my low low and she droppin' that back
Whether I'm waxin' on the hood of that, or waxin' that ass
Got a full tank of gas and she gassin' my raps
Gotta relax, she lay flat, I hop on it fast
And she know to hop on top if she's not on that rag
I might, drop the rag top if the cop lights flash
Toss the stash cus you know I got the knots in that dash
My chains swang left and right like the mirror dice do
Baby wipe the Air Nikes; leather gettin' white too
Imma roll it down with my arm around her [?]
Down for a nigga, she been ridin' since high school
Just like paradise every time I ride through
But I'm on this rusty as bike man, if I had a low low
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