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Side 2 Side Lyricsby Lil Mama Buy album CD: Voice Of The Young People It's time to ride Front, back, side to side Corner and pancake Haha, make my car shake shake My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bumps Everything I need in my low-low I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some up Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances Like a ruca, ass up, titties down So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenser Grab another 45 for me and change the record My neck hurts from hitting all day You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches til the day I pass away [Chorus] Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake People trip out when they see my carro shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down I put the top up, I put the top back down No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow And next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with 5x20 tires You say that you three wheel, I bet that I three wheel higher Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the iches to hit the switches People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park But when I leave I raise it up again Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again [Chorus] Hey homeboy that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63? Simon Hey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93? Simon I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix 'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or until I get a head rush Or until some hynas get in the mix I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets Whenever you fix it, back to hitting switches Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop light Go up at an angle, watch my front tire dangle Threw it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel Time for me to go holmes, my batteries are low holmes [Chorus]
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