Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cruising USA, artist - The Jacka. Album song Game Over EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerilla
Song language: English
Cruising USA |
| Yeah, I’m into finer things, I’m into buying things |
| And I don’t mean just to so I can say that I’m a Cali king |
| I got my on, Nike’s on, feeling like I’m right at home |
| Colder than the ice up in my styrofoam |
| I know the feds want my iPhone |
| But I’mma grind untill they throw me and that iron hole |
| And when I get out I’mma get it tenfold |
| And when I get it I’mma kick it in the door |
| And everything life has to offer |
| But life is cheap so it’ll cost you |
| I got some skeletons in my closet |
| Some motherfuckers tried to rob me now they in a |
| That’s a message if you’re plotting |
| Conscious, my revolver |
| I got some hungry ass lawyers |
| The type it take to build a case and beat the shit for you |
| Smoking in the Bay so Jackie give me the K |
| Funny thing, I was a jacker back in the day |
| Run up in the spot with the trey pound |
| Everybody lay down |
| We got it cheap, 20 for the K now |
| I don’t give a damn if your man wrong |
| Told you that if your mans strong |
| Eating roasted crab out in |
| Try to open your eyes in a sandstorm |
| That’s like seeing ghost, loading guns and coke |
| I’ll shoot you and take your herb cause I need to smoke |
| I’m a gangster 'til I die cause I took the oath |
| Tell Blanco, homie, go on the console |
| Roll the cookies up, show them niggas how the dons roll |
| Drinking 'till your minds blown |
| Spending money, having fun, so the time’s flown |
| If you ain’t got no money get your grind on |
| And I don’t need diamonds to keep the shine on |
| As I get blowed smoking Keisha Cole |
| Unravel that pack of weight, twist 'em like a pita roll |
| Dope prices for me to know, for you to buy |
| I supply 'em, distrubute |
| Bills to the sky, gotta get this loot |
| Summertime ride, gotta get that coupe |
| brew |
| Skimask on |
| Came for the money and the ice, if you play with you life |
| Motherfucker, you could lose that too |
| Yeah, nigga you could lose that shoe |
| Got a clean '82 all blue |
| And I put it on bold |
| The hustling and the pimping hoes, man, that’s all I do |
| All I want is dope and weed |
| Shoot my niggas out to Vegas, let’s go blow some cheese |
| Hoes gone play that hokey pokey up that sour dough |
| We past AM, they dusting cocaine up their nose |
| My nigga, all I ever wanted was some dope and weed |
| I’mma sold my strip up, pick a bad bitch up and go blow some cheese |
| She pop up that pussy as I sit back and smoking platinum kush |
| That’s how I play it, it’s amazing where this game she took it |
| Police shook |