Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cruzin', artist - 8Ball. Album song Ridin' High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Cruzin' |
We Fitn To Take Dis Thing To Another Level |
Ya Herd Me All The Ladies Come To The Front |
All The Hatas Get Out Da Building, Ya Hear Me Laid Back, In The Lac, |
Grippin The Grain, |
As Im Cruisin The Streets. |
(Cruisin The Streets Girl) |
It’s 112 On The Dot, |
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. |
(She Talkin Dirty To Me) |
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, |
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. |
All Dem Niggas Playin Around, |
Believe Me Im The One Though. |
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, |
And Bring Your Body Next To Me. |
(Yeh) |
Ooooh Baby |
How Long Would It Take A Nigga Like MJG, |
To Get The Girl Back To The Hotel. |
Ima Stop And Get Some Rubbers And Some Cigarellos, |
You Can Meet Me Imma Be In Room 112. |
You Done Did Enough Talkin On Da Telephone, |
Right Now, Im Really Tryna Put My Hands On It So If You In It, Got Away, |
You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It. |
Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up, |
Show You Off, Ride To Da Hot Spot. |
When Dont, Tryna Act, Special When You, |
Ridin Im My Drop-Top. |
Listen, What I, Need You To Do Is |
Hold This Bag While I Break Dis Blunt Down |
We Gonna Half To Park In A Minute, |
Cus Da Cops Get Hot Right Around Bout Sun Down. |
(Break It Down) |
Im Not Gonna Have Your Wear Dem Jeans |
Tight Fit Lookin Motha Fuckin Right With Da Low-Ridas |
MJG Fin Sprinkle In Some Super Incrediable |
Bitch Im So Fly. |
I Got My Hand On The Wood Grain |
Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man |
You Niggas Tryin Hard As Hell, |
You Never Do It Like I Did It, |
Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp Thing. |
Laid Back, In The Lac, |
Grippin The Grain, |
As Im Cruisin The Streets. |
(Stop Layin Back Cruisin The Streets) |
It’s 112 On The Dot, |
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. |
(Your Talkin Dirty To Me) |
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, |
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. |
All Dem Niggas Playin Around, |
Believe Im The One Though. |
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, |
And Bring Your Body Next To Me. |
(Shawty Bring It Next To Me) |
Ohhh Bayyybayyy |
Can I Get Your To, Come Here Girl, |
Let Me Say Something Sweet In Ya Ear Girl, |
I See You Movin Your Butt To Da Beat Girl, |
Wanna Dip And Come See My World. |
Big Ball The One With Da Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town. |
Nigga Come Through When He Really Want To, |
Thats How Me And Lil’Ma Get Down. |
Sometime We Hit Da Town, |
Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down. |
Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush |
And Just Smoke It Out, |
And I Dont Expect Errrry Mothafucka In Here, |
To Know What Im Talkin Bout. |
These Niggas Aint Got No Game, |
A Lot These Niggas Just Talkin Loud. |
And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga, |
But I’m Only So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga. |
When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga, |
We’s One Of The First In The Picture. |
Three Strikes Im A Fee From A Nigga, |
J, Mj Put Your Peace Sign In The Airr. |
Wanna Go To A Place Where They Dont Hate |
Listen To Your Boy, Let Me Take You There. |
Laid Back, In The Lac, |
Grippin The Grain, |
As Im Cruisin The Streets. |
(Cruisin The Streets) |
It’s 112 On The Dot, |
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. |
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me) |
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, |
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. |
All Dem Niggas Playin Around, |
Believe Im The One Though. |
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, |
And Bring Your Body Next To Me. |
(Hey, Hey, Hey) |
Ohhh Bayyybayyy |
I Like It When You Call My Name, |
I Like It When We Play Dat Game. |
What Game Is Dat Girl, |
That Freaky Deeky Game. |
It Aint No Shame When I Bang, |
Go 'head And Grab Dat Thang. |
That Grown Man Thang, |
Stop Gigglin And Playn Mayne. |
You Know What Im Sayin Mayne, |
See You’s A Freaky Dame. |
Can I Call A Couple My Friends, |
So We Can Run A Train. |
Im Sayin I Think I Can, |
Now Bang It Up Out The Frame. |
But Baby Boy Damn, |
Wit My Hands On My Side Man. |
Im A D-Boy From Da Hood, (Yeah) |
Smoking On A Big Bag Of Cush, (Yeah) |
Workin All Day In A Trap House, (Yeah) |
See Da Police Then We Push, (Yeah) |
And When A Playa Ride Through Da Streets, (Yeah) |
Im Always Lookin For A Freak, (Yeah) |
They Call Me The Juice Man Gigalo, (Yeah) |
Take It Out Skeet Skeet Skeet. |
(Yeah) |
I Hit Her Up On Black Berries, |
She See That He Left Her Daddy. |
She Know That Its Time, |
To Shake Her Man And Meet Me at Da Hotely |
See He An Old Head, |
Throw Some More Bread, |
Keep Her Fed, |
But Im The One She Call, |
When She Need That Ass Tapped. |
Laid Back, In The Lac, |
Grippin The Grain, |
As Im Cruisin The Streets. |
(Cruisin The Streets) |
It’s 112 On The Dot, |
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. |
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me) |
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, |
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. |
All Dem Niggas Playin Around, |
Believe Im The One Though. |
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, |
And Bring Your Body Next To Me. |
(Shwty Bring It Next To Me) |
Ohhh Bayyybayyy |