Low Low
DJ Mustard Nipsey Hussle Tee Cee RJ 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 of DJ Mustard's "Low Low" tell a story of riding in a lowrider, getting high with friends, and running from the police. The opening lines of the song set the tone, as the singer declares a dedication to the lowrider and kush culture. He then contrasts himself with others who are "changing up," or trying to imitate his style but failing. The song's first verse describes his experience while riding in a lowrider with his crew, trying to buy a quantity of marijuana. While they are driving, they are startled by the appearance of a police officer who initiates a chase. They maneuver the car successfully and eventually escape.
The second verse is more self-aggrandizing, with the rapper flexing his wealth and status. He claims to be high and driving his "Damu ride," a reference to the Bloods gang. He boasts about his expensive clothing and jewelry and his ability to school those who try to copy him. He also mentions surviving an altercation in which he "died twice," suggesting he is a survivor who has overcome obstacles. The verse also includes references to his father's own interest in lowriders and his own childhood memories of riding in them.
Line by Line Meaning
If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
I only lift Chevys, nothing else will do
And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
I only smoke the finest weed, nothing else compares
I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
I stick to my style and don't follow trends like others do
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
Other producers are copying my sound and it's obvious they're not original
But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
I was hanging out with my friends trying to buy some drugs
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I was smoking weed with my entire neighborhood
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
I had two ounces of weed with me and had to act casual when I saw the police
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
I sensed the police were following me immediately
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work
My friend tried to escape but his car wouldn't stop
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve
We were driving fast on the ramp and had to brace ourselves while turning
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 drove away fast and left tire marks
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side
We parked the car and got out like nothing had happened
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
Let's use GPS to find a body shop and get the car fixed
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause
Stuff like this happens often and is just a part of life
All I do is bounce in my low low
I spend most of my time driving my lowrider car
Getting called this nigga out the solo
People recognize me as a solo artist
Got the burner in the low low
I have a gun in my lowrider car
Damn nigga, there go po po
Oh no, the police are here
Pops used to have the low low
My dad used to own a lowrider car
I was little in a low low
I was young when I first rode in a lowrider car
You know I got it for the low low
You know I got it for a cheap price
You know I get it for the low low
You know I always find a good deal
Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
Let's smoke weed in my lowrider car
On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side
I'm feeling really high and driving my lowrider car in a swerving motion
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
My friend wrapped a flag around his gun and it didn't fit right
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
I got out of the car and showed off my sagging pants
Belt $1250, Robins, no Dickie
My belt is expensive and by Robin's jeans, not Dickies
Dice Gang elite, school 'em like Tee Cee
I'm part of a Dice Gang and we're better than other gangs
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
I don't care about rumors and I had close calls last week
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
If you betray me, you'll regret it and may need to seek forgiveness from God
Papa was a Rolling Stone in the low rider
My dad was a ladies' man and had a lowrider car
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
I'm part of the Piru gang and I have connections all over
'6-4, six chains, Impala
I have a 1964 Impala with six chains
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
I turned the corner while my car was on three wheels and it scraped the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
I can do impressive, unique moves with my lowrider car regardless of what others say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape
I'll drive into your neighborhood and park my car on your lawn or any other spot I feel like
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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