Song Description

Around here, everybody rides slow & low

Lyrics

CHORUS: Round here, down here, everybody rides slow
Round here, down here, everybody rides low
Round here, down here, everybody rides slow
Round here, down here, everybody rides low

VERSE 1 (Spliff):
Man we riding dirty yet we shine so clean
Bass up from the system, eyes low from the green
Hit em up, Kaotic circle boys that don't give a damn
Rip the Earth apart when I got this mic in my hand
Underground, unknown legends been spitting since kindergarten
While I was on that playground sipping milk out a carton
Now I'm sipping much drank, puffing dank while I switch lanes
Fuck the fame, give me the paper, cuz I'm all about that chase
In this dirty game, keep your 3rd eye open and scoping
Cuz haters all around you and you don't even know it
Most times, but I just chill, sit back and recline
Cuz music is my life, so nothing will take my shine
I ride slow and low at my own speed limit
Hit the curb, I'm off that bourbon, so I hope that your with it
If your with me in the city cuz I drive in slow motion
Swisher guts in the ashtray while a playa's just coastin

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VERSE 2 (Kaoz):
Riding around the A-town, aka the deep south
Floating in a classic even though the gas is steep now
Guzzler, born hustler, green crumbler
Now crumble up, roll the bundle up, man I want to get buck
I'm gonna get krunk, straight liquor in a cup is the way I sip it
mane
Hand on the wheel, well you know what's up I'm always on a
mission mane
Scraping speed bumps because I ride so low
Old Granny Johnson passed me by because I ride so slow
And I hear the horns honk, but nobody wanna stop
So you heard I spit the fire and I'm fixing to drop it off
So slow is the way of the ride down I-35
Floating like an ocean only hoping I don't see the light

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VERSE 3 (Ganja):
Where I'm from you know we ride slow
My airbag's broke so you know I ride low
Peanut butter guts and I'm blowing on dro
Switch them 64's for them 84's
In the beginning we was winning making that killing
This legal drug money got me out here dealing
Plotting, scheming, on how I'm gonna make a million
Season's done changed it's a new millenium
When I chop aganist them bustas, you best to duck low
You know the drill partner now give up that dough
He looking at me like kinfolk it ain't so
Make shit get blurry have them seeing slow mo

(LB):
I'm riding slow and low in the city of Ausin
Listening to beats in the distance so now they say I'm beat
stalking
I still be walking, cheating coffins and riding low to the
pavement
You got a word or two to say...well shut your mouth and just
save it
Cuz I don't play bitch...nah...I gets mine
I'm about to hop up on the beat and twist it up like pine
I'll just recline..yeah...and relax up on the track
If your in Austin, proceed with caution, cuz bitch you know
where we at
I come back with a rap to attack, murder, and mame the game
You're only feeling pain if you slur my name in vein
I just maintain with the frame of game that will make you slow
your roll
Swisher guts, I'm fucked up, and my name is LB

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