Low Rider (No Lighter)

Homies at the park, they pullin' up, I'm like, "Que pasa?"

Skating through the suburbs, dude, but I speak for la Raza

Leaning on this longboard, yeah, for sure, but I got balance

If it ain't that sticky-icky, then I don't want nada

You ain't got no Ocean Spray, okay, I don't want nada