Low Low Ft. Nipsey Hussle TeeCee and RJ
DJ Mustard Lyrics
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And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
'6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
The lyrics to DJ Mustard's "Low Low" featuring Nipsey Hussle, TeeCee and RJ, are a depiction of the rapper's love for low-riders and the lifestyle that comes with it. The whole song is a tribute to the custom-car culture that emerged during the 1940s and became popular in California during the 1960s. The lyrics talk about cruising in customized low-riders and the lifestyle that comes along with it.
The first verse of the song talks about staying true to yourself and your roots while others are changing. The lyrics state that if it's not a Chevy or kush, you don't need it. The second verse talks about cruising in the low-rider while high, and how they escape the cops. They also talk about getting their cars fixed at the body shop, which implies that the car has been in an accident.
The chorus justifies their love for low-riders and the lifestyle that comes with it. They take pride in their low-riders, which they get for low prices, and how they can hop in and out of the car with ease.
Overall, the lyrics are a nod to the cars, the culture, and the lifestyle that comes with low-riders. It represents a sense of pride in their roots, and their ability to turn something simple into something unique and special.
Line by Line Meaning
If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
Only Chevys should be lifted up.
And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
Only smoke high-quality marijuana.
I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
I'm staying true to myself while others are being fake.
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
Their music used to be original, but now it just sounds like a copy.
But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
I was in a lowrider with my friends trying to buy some drugs.
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I was smoking weed with all of my friends.
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
I had a lot of weed on me, but I tried to act normal when we saw the police.
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
I noticed the police following us.
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work
My friend tried to exit the highway, but his car wouldn't stop.
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve
We had to swerve quickly on the ramp because we were going too fast.
And, much to my surprise
To my surprise,
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die
We didn't crash and nobody got hurt.
But, we burnt rubber from the side
We sped away quickly.
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side
We parked and got out of the car like we owned the place.
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
We didn't care, we just decided to go to the body shop for the car.
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause
Stuff like this happens all the time.
All I do is bounce in my low low
I spend most of my time driving around in my lowrider.
Getting called this nigga out the solo
People recognize me when I'm driving solo.
Got the burner in the low low
I keep a gun in my lowrider.
Damn nigga, there go po po
Oh no, it's the police.
Pops used to have the low low
My dad used to have a lowrider.
I was little in a low low
I used to be a kid riding in a lowrider.
You know I got it for the low low
You know I got it for a good price.
You know I get it for the low low
I always try to get things for a good price.
Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
Let's smoke weed in my lowrider.
On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side
I'm really high and swerving my lowrider.
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
I wrapped a bandana around my gun and it looks weird.
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
I get out of the car with swagger and my pants sag.
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
My belt cost $1250 and is from Robin Jeans.
Dice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee
I'm really good at shooting dice like Tee Cee.
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
I don't care about rumors, but last week I almost died twice.
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
If you ever turn on me, then you better hope you find religion.
Papa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider
My dad used to ride around in a lowrider.
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
I'm a member of the Piru Bloods gang and have been given a lot of passes.
'6-4, six chains, Impala
I have a 1964 Impala and six chains around my neck.
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
I turn the corner and pop a wheelie, scraping the bottom of my car.
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
I can make my car dance in any direction, despite what anyone says.
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape
I'll drive up to your neighborhood, park my car, and act like I own the place.
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Mikely Wilhelm Adam, Ermias Asghedom, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Rodney J. Brown, Tracey La Marr Davis, Kevin Gilliam, Terrace Jahmal Martin, Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Danny Elliott Means Ii, Marquise De Angelo Newman, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman
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If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
'6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
@matthewgonzalez9614
Rip Nipsey this was/still my song :(
@ariesradke6193
Rot in piss.
@lorenzojackson3399
@Aries Radke#6 may God bless you
@oddyfunny2945
Aries Radke#6 lame
@alexandervalladares7648
people pi lilioi pop p
@SouthsideSox007
I low-key forgot this masterpiece by Mustard. The whole tape really hit different.
@gabrielgomez8782
Bro you just heard this shit, shut up.
@ZekeNasty01
End of 2021 and still a slapper RIP Nipsey Hussle! 🔥💯🚫🧢
@bobbebouche7372
He said "Pull Up On Yo Hood Day, And Park It On Yo Landscape" #Disrespectful
🔥🔥🔥
@FrankMontes24
Favorite Nipsey Hussle track besides FTD which all us Mexicans got behind. RIP NIPSEY