Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crenshaw , by - Skee-Lo. Song from the album I Wish, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.08.1995
Record label: Altra Moda Music (www.altramoda.nl)
Song language: English
Crenshaw |
| Drinking' up my friends me and Funke Trend |
| Check the scenery but I’ll be stepping on the scene |
| All the queens get de-fiending me |
| They be fiending me when I’m leaning in my route |
| When I get the Jefferson and I’m busting at you |
| And I’m rolling down the other side |
| On my eyes is the Locs freaks all around |
| They' be trying to be down because I’m Skee-Lo yo |
| It’s all good though I’m exbo I’m coasting |
| Gangster’s hitting switches breaking corners three wheel motions |
| And I’m hoping to pull a fly honey looking cute |
| Spittin' game what’s your name? |
| You look cute in your daisy dukes |
| Who me I’m Skee, I rap and produce |
| Pull over I wanna know you and my crew wants to know your crew |
| Now how them cheeks fit in the seat of that Jeep |
| See this is type of freak that could be cool for me |
| I like her style she like my style |
| I make her smile she think I’m funny |
| Won’t front it be pump rolling Crenshaw on Sunday |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| It’s only cracking on Sunday nights fools don’t be out jacking |
| They be out macking looking for action and satisfaction |
| And I’ll be asking these freaks for they AT&T well how you doing? |
| You looking nice hey my name is Funke |
| Yo your show is swollen around your corner |
| You trap and you be in freaks got more cheeks than Gary Coleman |
| So what’s your name? |
| (My name is Brenda my friends call me Brend) |
| That’s Skee-Lo and Trend yo call your friends and hop on in |
| Let’s take a spin bust a mission of exposition you dippin' and trippin' |
| And now they got the taste of some chicken and waffles |
| A daily special for Funke |
| Now since everybody hungry yo I’m busting a road to Roscoe’s |
| Stand with women that stack with Toni Brax |
| Brothers left they straps and gats at the pack |
| The just asking for some Jimmy hats so they can tax |
| But I’ma max and relax and enjoy my bomb day |
| Crenshaw on Sundays |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Bumper to bumper people fronting Crenshaw fun |
| And do flossing on slossing cars parking music bumping |
| Nobody dumping nobody starting nothing |
| We just kicking it and getting digits on one time be giving tickets |
| But I’m straight with up to date tags on my plates |
| The boulevard is hot from spot to spot watch your block |
| All the homies be coming from Long Beach, Compton and Wash |
| This song is props and all the cops can do is watch |
| It’s two 'o' clock am and we still at the parking lot |
| Covering freaks with the camera it’s like the freak net in the Atlanta |
| Georgia, with more hoes than Santa told ya |
| West Coast will be having more hoochies for ya I wanna know ya |
| That’s the type of game that I’m spitting |
| Rollin up and down the strip steady dipping is how I’m living |
| Ain’t no fun if the homies can’t come |
| Show ya ride we all packed in the bag at the Shaw on Sunday night |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |
| Crenshaw on Sunday night |
| Slowing down to forty five |