Oh yeah, this cut right here
Nino Brown and Slow Pay and the G-Fellas
Off the Crime Story CD
This one's called Low Ride featuring Frost
Come on
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
See it from back side to side
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
It's an OG dance going worldwide
*** your super freak and hit the dance floor
Sliding all around like a race expo
Bouncing real slow, two fists to your chest
Hands up with your bulletproof vest
Call me super sport or this homie dance gang
What's my name? Impala, Bala, Slow Dane
Hitting corners at the nightclub
Getting love, 39, Fleet Line
Bruh, this bitch is getting mine
Homie, what?
Pass the keys to the car
I spent $800 at the bar
For those crazy jumping
15's bumping, no, he's into something
OG's dumping
True players don't dance
We low ride
Hitting up and down, putting back
It's out of sight
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
See it from back side to side
We getting paid, got it made
Sipping gin in the shade
With the bomb sacks
In the bomb racks
What I led
These Mexicans are shooting through the roof
Need a rolling chrome one
Slow got the catty coupe
Whoop, whoop
Homegirls rolling through
When they looking dangerous
Flossing at the barbecue
Up in that G-spot
I ain't mommy, make it hot
Bottle freaks all around
That's the way we put it down
Low ride
Duh, come on now
OG's doing it
Kahuda can't ruin it
Front, back, side to side
And we filled with pride
All my homies do the low ride
Going downtown
Everybody gather round
Dip to the left side
Turn to the right side
No sad tripping
We straight pimping
Do you wanna dance with me?
Come on now
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride


Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Northside
Eastside
Backside
Southside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Eastside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Westside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Northside
Eastside
Backside
Southside
I got my fist bogged up
I let my shoulders swing
I get my low ride
That's who let us gangstas plunk
My hip is set to knock you out
So ding, ding
Get out the way of the message
Rolling on them face
I'm like a 39 feet line boombox
And just like a metal, metal
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
You see I'm down for la onda
You better dot your E's and crush your S's
When you see us pulling hollas
In them skin tight dresses
And we don't smoke swag to stress
And I got your click in a book or press
Or I'll impress what comes next
As your all life face
Then give it up to the almighty brand
I'm all up for you like t-shirts and khakis
G-spot G, baby don't got it cracking
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
And we still throwing up that brand pride
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Eastside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Westside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Northside
Here you run, back, side to side
Southside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Eastside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Westside
Gangsta don't dance, we low ride
Northside
Here you run, back, side to side
Southside
Haha, we hear switches like that
That's right
On the west coast
Uh
Slow pine, ain't need no briar
Who's that?
The big homie frog
Yeah
It's all about the money, y'all
G-spot, baby
Uh
Gettin' up in the hood
Up and down
Select
EFT
Represent the brand
Yeah
Don't stop
Yeah
Don't stop