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​Cruisin

This song is by 8Ball & MJG and appears on the album Ridin High (2007).

We fitin' to take dis thing to another level
Ya herd me

All the ladies come to the front
All the hatas get out da building, ya hear me

(Chorus: slim)
Laid back, in the lac,
Grippin the grain,
As I'm cruisin the streets.
(Cruisin the streets girl)
It's 112 on the dot,
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me.
(She talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go,
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo.
All dem niggas playin' around,
Believe me I'm the one though.
So baby take your clothes off,
And bring your body next to me.
(Yeah)
Ooh baby

(Verse 1: mjg)
How long would it take a nigga like mjg,
To get the girl back to the hotel.
Ima stop and get some rubbers and some cigarellos,
You can meet me imma be in room 112.
You done did enough talkin' on da telephone,
Right now, I'm really tryna put my hands on it
So if you in it, got away,
You can come through I know you didn't really plan on it.
Your boy gotta come and pick you up,
Show you off, ride to da hot spot.
When don't, tryna act, special when you,
Ridin' I'm my drop-top.
Listen, what i, need you to do is
Hold this bag while I break dis blunt down
We gonna half to park in a minute,
'Cause da cops get hot right around bout sun down.
(Break it down)
I'm not gonna have your wear dem jeans
Tight fit lookin' motha fuckin' right with da low-ridas
Mjg fin sprinkle in some super incrediable
Bitch I'm so fly.
I got my hand on the wood grain
I'm in da caddilac feelin' like a grade a pimp man
You niggas tryin' hard as hell,
You never do it like I did it,
It's a mother fuckin' pimp thing.

(Chorus: slim)
Laid back, in the lac,
Grippin the grain,
As I'm cruisin the streets.
(Stop layin back cruisin the streets)
It's 112 on the dot,
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me.
(Your talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go,
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo.
All dem niggas playin' around,
Believe I'm the one though.
So baby take your clothes off,
And bring your body next to me.
(Shawty bring it next to me)
Oh bayyybay

(Verse 2: 8ball)
Can I get your to, come here girl,
Let me say something sweet in ya ear girl,
I see you movin your butt to da beat girl,
Wanna dip and come see my world.
Big ball the one with da
Extra keys to the condo up-town.
Nigga come through when he really want to,
That's how me and lil' ma get down.
Sometime we hit da town,
Wit da radio up and da window down.
Get a sweet at the w, get a bag of bush
And just smoke it out,
And I don't expect errrry mothafucka in here,
To know what I'm talkin' bout.


These niggas ain't got no game,
A lot these niggas just talkin' loud.
And I know I'm not the best lookin' nigga,
But I'm only so far from the worst lookin' nigga.
When it come to the dirty, me and my nigga,
We's one of the first in the picture.
Three strikes I'm a fee from a nigga,
J, mj put your peace sign in the airr.
Wanna go to a place where they don't hate
Listen to your boy, let me take you there.

(Chorus: slim)
Laid back, in the lac,
Grippin the grain,
As I'm cruisin the streets.
(Cruisin the streets)
It's 112 on the dot,
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me.
(Shawty talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go,
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo.
All dem niggas playin' around,
Believe I'm the one though.
So baby take your clothes off,
And bring your body next to me.
(Hey, hey, hey)
Oh bayyybay

(Verse 3: crunchy black)
I like it when you call my name,
I like it when we play dat game.
What game is dat girl,
That freaky deeky game.
It ain't no shame when I bang,
Go 'head and grab dat thang.
That grown man thang,
Stop gigglin and playn mayne.
You know what I'm sayin' mayne,
See you's a freaky dame.
Can I call a couple my friends,
So we can run a train.
I'm sayin' I think I can,
Now bang it up out the frame.
But baby boy damn,
Wit my hands on my side man.

Juicy-j:
I'm a d-boy from da hood, (yeah)
Smoking on a big bag of cush, (yeah)
Workin all day in a trap house, (yeah)
See da police then we push, (yeah)
And when a playa ride through da streets, (yeah)
I'm always lookin' for a freak, (yeah)
They call me the juice man gigalo, (yeah)
Take it out skeet skeet skeet. (yeah)

DJ paul:
I hit her up on black berries,
She see that he left her daddy.
She know that its time,
To shake her man and meet me at da hotely
See he an old head,
Throw some more bread,
Keep her fed,
But I'm the one she call,
When she need that ass tapped.

(Chorus: slim)
Laid back, in the lac,
Grippin the grain,
As I'm cruisin the streets.
(Cruisin the streets)
It's 112 on the dot,
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me.
(Shawty talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go,
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo.
All dem niggas playin' around,
Believe I'm the one though.
So baby take your clothes off,
And bring your body next to me.
(Shwty bring it next to me)
Oh bayyybay