Low

Come jump Impala with the highs
The ground is burning, the tires smooth
How beautiful they come with the iron at the waist
They watch them hallucinate, cross with the H
Low rider to cruise in the old style

Low rider, yeah
Hey!

And here I am
Watching out for the situation
And in California where I reside
And for my people where I am
Working hard, the Sun has risen

My cholos, Impalas, laid back at home
Also four girls who always text me, they ask: What's up?
And I tell them I'm messed up
That I can't talk, that I'm really high
I'm already sideways
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm not scared, I'm not frightened, the streets were shortcuts
To excel in this life
Brand kicks, the most expensive clothes
With the sickest drip I keep myself, hey!