Crenshaw Lyrics - Singles - Skee-lo

Crenshaw on Sunday night 

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