Artist: Don Cisco f/ Frost, Krook Album: Mecca of the Game Song: In My Lo Lo Typed by: Wammy Giveaway Chorus: Krook Come on over Take a ride with me In my low low We can supply Anything you need If you wanna go I will fulfill All your fantasies So just let me know If you want We got it, cause you need it Baby [Verse 1: Don Cisco] Let me explore your fantasies, all your deep dark secrets Roll in back streets with me, park it and peep it I adore it when you sport, your Victoria's Secret Told me you got love for me, then show me when you stop creepin' I stopped, hoppin' at freaks Freelancin' on the weekends Gettin' lap dances from the Puerto Ricans (Strip clubs) I'm, Spanish speakin', of the Spanish Harlem To East L.A., to the Bay, it ain't no problem Girl, you can't deny, I'm worldwide with this (What) From the, Pacific coast to the Atlantic mist I'm bi-coastal, rock the globe like I'm supposed to (Worldwide) International player that the squares can't get close to Me and Frosty loco, dippin' in the low-low Flossin' like a boss whether I'm deep or slow Keep heat fo sho though, got the drank and do-do Big bank west side (Baby) Hop into my low-low Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Frost] I heard you claimed to be a rider, but man, I gotta warn you You need to bend a couple of corners in California Underneath the palm trees on the sunset strip Blowin' bomb weed as I break gas, dip {*inhale, exhale*} I dedicate this to them bald headed locos All my homeboys, dippin' in the low-low See all my friends, roll lowriders Even big body Benz got low pro tires Chrome wires On everything we drivin' From bikes, to cars, to trucks, I'm ain't lyin' You catch me flyin' up the highway (Yeah) Doin' ninety with ya breezy right behind me On the way to the honeycomb hideout Playboy bunnies hop in when I slide out Time out, until we meet again And next time, mama, you can bring your friend (What) Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Don Cisco] Just sit your tush on my leather, ma (Come on, baby) Touch the woodgrain I push a hundred thousand dollar off a good game I should claim I'm a player by nature (You know) A natural born hustler, it's a must I touch paper (Big faces) Playmaker, when I'm makin' moves I got all eyes on me, like I'm breakin' rules (Don Cisco) Mama, let's take a cruise, through the bully of the back streets Strapped with a fully for them fools tryin' to jack me (Roll with me) Sucker free to the fullest Yeah, I'm a Frisco John (Know my stylo) Dodgin' L.A. bullets Hell yeah, I'm a rider (Hell yeah) It's that west coast life, but can't nobody do it liver (Dubs up) Pull all nighters and toast champagne Blowin' on trees, rollin' in the fast lane {*blowing*} With a Caravana love from a Caravana thug (Mosh, come on) Dippin' low-low, sittin' on dubs Repeat Chorus