Skee-lo - Crenshaw Lyrics
Crenshaw on sunday night(skee-lo)Drinkin up my friends me and funke trendCheck the scenery but Ill be steppin on the sceneAll the queens get de-fiendin meThey be fiendin me when Im leanin in my routeWhen I get the jefferson and Im bustin at youAnd Im rollin down the other sideOn my eyes is the locs freaks all aroundThey be tryin to be down because Im skee-lo yoIts all good though Im exbo Im coastinGangsters hittin switches breakin corners three wheel motionsAnd Im hopin to pull a fly honey lookin cuteSpittin game whats your name?You look cute in your daisy dukesWho me Im skee, I rap and producePull over I wanna know you and my crew wants to know your crewNow how them cheeks fit in the seat of that jeepSee this is type of freak that could be cool for meI like her style she like my style I make her smile she think Im funnyWont front it be pump rollin crenshaw on sunday(chorus)Crenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty five(funke)Its only crackin on sunday nights fools dont be out jackinThey be out mackin lookin for action and satisfactionAnd Ill be askin these freaks for they at&tWell how you doin?You lookin nice hey my name is funkeYo your show is swollen around your cornerYou trap and you be in freaks got more cheeks than gary colemanSo whats your name?(my name is brenda my friends call me brend)Thats skee-lo and trend yo call your friends and hop on inLets take a spin bust a mission of expositionYou dippin and trippinAnd now they got the taste of some chicken and wafflesA daily special for funkeNow since everybody hungry yo Im bustin a road to roscoesStand with women that stack with toni braxBrothers left they straps and gats at the packThe just askin for some jimmy hats so they can taxBut ima max and relax and enjoy my bomb dayCrenshaw on sundays(chorus)Crenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty five(trend)Bumper to bumper people frontin crenshaw funAnd do flossin on slossin cars parkin music bumpinNobody dumpin nobody startin nothinWe just kickin it and getting digitsOn one time be givin ticketsBut Im straight with up to date tags on my platesThe boulevard is hot from spot to spot watch your blockAll the homies be comin from long beach, compton and washThis song is props and all the cops can do is watchIts two o clock am and we still at the parkin lotCoverin freaks with the camera its like the freak net in the atlantaGeorgia, with more hoes than santa told yaWest coast will be havin more hoochies for ya I wanna know yaThats the type of game that Im spittinRollin up and down the strip steady dippin is how Im livinAint no fun if the homies cant comeShow ya ride we all packed in the bag at the shaw on sunday night(chorus)Crenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty fiveCrenshaw on sunday nightSlowin down to forty five
