Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 (Mike Jones!) Jockinâ a bitch, slappinâ a hoe Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootinâ some hoops
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my (Mike Jones Jones Jones) Jockinâ a bitch, here we g-g-go
Well I'm cruisinâ down the street in my candy painted low Bouncinâ like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's I pull up wood grippinâ, doors tippinâ, sittinâ low I'm hittinâ sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor
I'm leaninâ on the curb, sippinâ syrup, blowinâ dro The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said I'm leaninâ on the curb, sippinâ syrup, blowinâ dro I got the 64 hoppinâ, watch it stop and do a show
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean, then I rock (Mike Jones!) First I lean, then I rock I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
Because I'm cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my (Bun B) Jockinâ a bitch, here we g-g-go
It's Bun B, I'm known for slamminâ Cadillac doors Cominâ down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's But I got love for the West Coast, all day So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows
Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know
That I get love from the B's, love from the C's Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's Throw it up when they see me and holla, âHey Bun!â When I'm cominâ out in Soul Assassin Grey One
You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina Iâm Southside ridinâ with the homie big Kun Car hoppinâ, top droppinâ so give that kid room [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/mike+jones/my+64_20824502.html ] When I'm cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my (Snoop Dogg) Jockinâ a bitch, here we g-g-go
Anâ big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis Shakinâ and they jumpinâ âcause the deuce keep bouncinâ Tippinâ, whippinâ, the ass steady dippinâ
Candy paint drippinâ and these axel's what Iâm sippinâ As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockinâ like a Rollinâ Stone An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows Anâ real car club members bang they low doors And take photos, see everything is fine I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59
I love my car like I love my wife See low ridinâ ainât a sport itâs a way of life On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though If you see me in the foâ creepinâ slow yo
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my Jockinâ a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life Itâs like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me
You gotta put the fresh paint on it You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise Thatâs the tires, you understand me You gotta put the chrome on it A little gold on it, you understand me Itâs gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?
An' you gotta drop the top You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker You definitely got to have a beat And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak You know what I'm sayin' One of the side, two on the b-sack That's how it's gotta go down man Thatâs real lowridinâ, you understand me
From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin' We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch
Cruisinâ down the street in my 64 Jockinâ a bitch, jockinâ a bitch Cruisinâ down the street in my Jockinâ a bitch, here we g-g-go
Songwriters: WILLIAMS, SALIH / FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES / JACKSON, O'SHEA / WRIGHT, ERIC / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL / JONES, MICHAEL A. / BROADUS, CORDOZAR CALVIN