LOWRIDER - Ocean Wisdom, Ghetts

You ain’t never seen an English boy in a lowrider

Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

I’m an English boy in a lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire (uh-uh)

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

Man saw the spring on the lowrider

And he panic, skid, skrrt, reverse

Fan it, this murd' lookin' tragic

Man’s supposed to really back it

I can’t believe that a man had racks

From rappin' them raps, then simply vanished

At the very first glimpse of the caddy

At the very first glimpse of the gadget

Go go gadget, bangin' gang, grab him

Look him in the eye

Prod him with a cow-prod, make him get manic

I really wanna get a likkle panicked

He tried to back it with a

So I had to get the clash out the hole in the mattress

And pay some dodgy crackhead

15 bags for a little kidnapping

Whack him in the lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

I’m an English boy in a lowrider (uh-huh)

You know like that

Man’s too silly with a pen for a ghostwriter

Anything like that, what’s that?

Man’s out here tryna do it through talent and skill

Them man try and do it through swag

Look at my jacket, look at my tat

Music average, everyone gassed

Few dance moves and that distracts from the reality

That the track is whack

Look at my hands, look at my fag

Look at my belly, look at my back

Man really out here, whorin', posin'

Social climbin', non-disclosin'

Then disclosin' false disclaimers

Zero ratings, zero motive

Ask yourself: «Hmm, is he with it?»

Same way that Wizzy with it, tricky innit?

Fair, he says that he really with it

But man knows that he’s fibbin' innit

Timid with it

Yeah, in a minute

Might show a man how I’m nippy with it, skippy with it

Same time stay trippy with it

Plus, man’s got that flicky with it, stick it in him

Dip it and then chuck him in the lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

I’m an English boy in a lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

Zing, zing, zoom in the lowrider

Tings in Boots like the old Stryder

Click, click, boom when I roll by ya

Fill up a yout like «hold my cup»

Restricted room, that’s so like us

Ip-dip-do, which mobile comes?

None, left to frig in the yard

Shit I’ve been, my guts

Pick up the field and distribute that

Switch up the mood and introduce raps

Bitches pursue to interview man

This is a tune, not interlude, fam

One of these here might injure 2 man

I never seen them in that blue back

Shoot, he swear, Bruce Lee-roy

Still around, I see a ninja do that

I don’t fuck with Smart Water

I fuck with Ocean Wisdom

How could I be stereotyped

By a broken system?

Don’t try ridin' my wave, boy

You’ll get motion sickness

Man a man’s in a Cadillac

With a can of gas

Had a Merc, but I’m rollin' different

In a lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter

I’m an English boy in a lowrider

Should have got rich, you ain’t no rider

You ain’t sled, you ain’t no slider

Heard you got booked for a whole fiver

Heard you might duck if I clothesline you

Heard you might pop if I cosign you

Heard your new song, I heard no fire

Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter