Chords for Cypress Hill - Lowrider (Official Video)

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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I hope you're in the mood for a meal, we safe as hell, I'm [C] back, you bet I got that
mark on your trunk, going gangsta [G] crazy, so feel like us, let's play the games in the
[C] street, we got that low rider, scraping, tipping on three, so pop your collar, give a holler,
throw them doves in the air, we tear a roof off the marble lady, [G] let down your hair,
playin' to that [Gb] bang, gonna make you feel [C] alright, that drink, crack that ruby, [G] getting freaky tonight
Now we're all locked up, but when they head to this, you wonder why you wanted [C] anything instead of this
We've been making your backs for many years already, [G] rock steady and cut, many took a betty
[Cm] But I just wanna sit up, whether [F] it's the microscope, yes my gift [C] is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what, I slayed, cause it's still saving my best
But you gotta cover your eyes, cause you never know when, I spit it out, it starts and flow in
I drop rocks, it [F] grow like trees, your drums feel like lungs, your brain's [C] choking, just let it [G] soak in
Seeping, creeping, I'm [C] keeping all your money in the deep end, you on a trip, then I got luggage
I'll stuff you in the central cause you ain't working
[G] I'm coming through for very cypress hill, [Cm] I'm way back out that park, on your trunk
[G] Going gangsta crazy, so real, like Osler's playing games in the street
We got that low rider, scraping, dipping on three, so pop your collar, give a holler
Throw the doves in the air, we tear the roof off the marble lady, let down your hair
Playin' to that thing that make you feel [C] alright, that drink, crack that ruby, get [G] it flaky, look nice
Cause we cypress hill, come on and ride [C] with us, just get inside, [Ab] we bout to dip and [C] chop it up real tough
Lay to the side, pimp your ass, tilt [Cm] your seat all back, don't front on me, baby boy you're [G] big
When we're, [Eb] _
[C] I'll be the brother with the fine wood rat in the rapla, always roll [Gm] deep on the streets like the [C] mafia
Wait til' Chris might come back and [Cm] haunt ya, flossin' too much, then I'm bout to do the [C] watcha
Got right here homes with past all of that, making that fade, yeah, slinging that racks
Yeah, make no sense, I'm down for my [G] cash, cypress hill, we _
[Cm] _ don't play that [G] shit
And you better get lit up quick, what's up and say, what hood you claim
Throwing up and down like it ain't no [C] thing, hands in the air with the pinky rings
Solar [Cm] satin's running everything, do all you vatos, make sure you check [G] this
In every video, I'm well respected
Coming through for filthy cypress hill, [Cm] all baggy, bank out that car, pull your trunk
[G] Throwing gangsta crazy, we so real, like hustlers playing games in [C] the streets
We got that loot right out, [G] scraping, tipping, on break, so pop your collar, if I holler
Throw the thugs in [C] the air, we scare the roof off the mother, [G] lady, let down your hair
Play until that bang, got me feel all [C] right, that drink, crack that road, we getting freaky tonight _
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