You need to know that I'm a rider Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire All I need is a gas and a lighter And we'll have one hell of a time Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul Niggas love to

Gonna ride that river to the sea Gonna cry that river out of me Wreckless heart Take hold of the wheel You're headed for a fall Is how you'll feel But it's all for love

She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an' you can ride her Oh no, oh no, oh no I can't tell you she's the right one I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside

Cause I (want you) I'ma go head to ride with you My baby when I get you get you get you get you Smoking lokin' poking the deja till I'm idle with you Now baby when I'm riding here I'm riding dirty Registration is out of service Smoking lokin' drinking

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

She say, push it in, take it out, push it in Push it in, take it out, push it in Tip up on ya toe, den ya ride it so Mi nuh slip, so me slide it so Wine up yuh waistline stylish so Baby, mi love it when ya ride it so Hey baby, how yuh waist full of

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride Don't worry 'bout

Don't be gone Won't you stay alive? I'll take you on a ride I will make you believe you are lovely You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out You say things with your mouth

Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Dippin' in my blue Impala Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my Lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? It's time for all the lowriders out there Yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on