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]