Loungin' Wit My Cru Lyrics - Singles - Cru

Aiyo, tonight, ain't no more bitches 

Ain't no more hoes, no freaks, no niggas 

No gun sligin', right about now 

Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Aiyo, I like it when the pools, Mark B. representin' 

Beautiful ladies callin' out cross pimpin' 

Blastin' phone numbers, baggin' off to the other 

Findin' out later that's ya man, baby mother 

Sippin' Sippiny, everyone lookin' jiggy 

Buy a bag of smoke, hydro, get the fitty 

Wanna roller skate, ring style, extra glide 

Hit it to the bounce, say ride 

(Where we at?) 

The Cru on the desert, Mecca, Medina 

(Hum do love) 

Oh, you never heard of Nina 

Gotta a lotta things he end up doin', baby 

Nuff to make a nuh, go crazy 

Take a minute, pause for a group flick 

Cru and the Gucci don called Mark Pitts 

And the whole fleet of uptowns 

Harlem Nights, Bronx Bombers 

And a bunch of four pounders 

I like how it feels, I like how it keeps it surreal, for real 

And yo how I like how I put shit together 

(So what's your deal for?) 

Aiyo I'm down for whateva 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Back of my building, the park green benches 

Nails bein' chewed by the white clean dentures 

Shh, no kid is him in the ears 

Warm my lap, a head with no hair 

Beats freestylin' but all we can talk 

Rhymin' with force, till the jokes get corpsed 

Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face 

Just in case the enemy tries to bring a base 

The kid to be a waste, after a taste 

Of the hot lid, which is mercury laced 

In the neighborhood, so far, so good 

Somebody gotta be up to no good 

Shots fired on Watson Avenue 

Where they won't hesitate, shoot me, stabbin' you 

(True) 

That's aight, every night they be blowin' 

Keep their glock hot while we keep the cash flowin' 

It's another Cru that's two in the system 

Thinkin' of E and Squirrel, how much is missed 'em 

But I'mma stay sounded, my peeps is around 

'Cuz of them I keeps my feet on solid ground 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel 

Loungin' wit my Cru uptown 

With the drop town down with the funky sounds 

Chillin' with my peoples 

And tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel