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Crenshaw on night

up my friends me and Funke Trend
Check the scenery but be stepping on the scene
All the get de-fiending me
They be me when I'm leaning in my route

I get the Jefferson and I'm busting at you
And I'm rolling down the other
On my eyes is the Locs all around
They' be trying to be down because I'm yo

It's all good I'm exbo I'm coasting
Gangster's hitting breaking corners three wheel motions
And I'm hoping to pull a fly honey looking
Spittin' game your name?

You look in your daisy dukes
Who me I'm Skee, I rap and
Pull over I know you and my crew wants to know your crew
Now how them fit in the seat of that Jeep

See is type of freak that could be cool for me
I like her she like my style
I make her she think I'm funny
Won't front it be rolling Crenshaw on Sunday

Crenshaw on night
Slowing down to forty
Crenshaw on Sunday
Slowing down to forty

It's only cracking on Sunday nights fools don't be out
They be out macking looking for and satisfaction
And be asking these freaks for they AT&T well how you doing?
You nice hey my name is Funke

Yo your show is swollen around corner
You trap and you be in got more cheeks than Gary Coleman
So what's name?
(My name is my friends call me Brend)

That's Skee-Lo and Trend yo call friends and hop on in
Let's take a spin bust a mission of exposition you and trippin'
And now they got the of some chicken and waffles
A daily special for
Now since everybody hungry yo I'm busting a to Roscoe's

Stand with women that stack Toni Brax
Brothers left straps and gats at the pack
The just for some Jimmy hats so they can tax
But I'ma max and relax and my bomb day
on Sundays

Crenshaw on night
down to forty five
Crenshaw on night
down to forty five

Bumper to bumper fronting Crenshaw fun
And do flossing on slossing cars parking music
Nobody dumping nobody starting
We just kicking it and getting digits on one be giving tickets

But I'm straight with up to date tags on my
The boulevard is hot spot to spot watch your block
All the homies be from Long Beach, Compton and Wash
This song is props and all the cops can do is

It's two 'o' clock am and we at the parking lot
Covering freaks the camera it's like the freak net in the Atlanta
Georgia, more hoes than Santa told ya
West Coast will be having more for ya I wanna know ya

That's the type of that I'm spitting
Rollin up and down the strip steady is how I'm living
Ain't no fun if the homies can't
Show ya we all packed in the bag at the Shaw on Sunday night

Crenshaw on Sunday
Slowing down to five
Crenshaw on Sunday
Slowing down to forty

on Sunday night
Slowing to forty five
on Sunday night
Slowing down to five

Crenshaw on Sunday
Slowing to forty five