Testo Cruzin' - 8Ball & MJG
Testo della canzone Cruzin' (8Ball & MJG), tratta dall'album Ridin' High
8Ball and MJG
Three-six Mafia, and 112
We finna take this thang to another level
You hear me?
All the ladies come to the front
All the haters, get out the building
Yeah
Laid back in the 'Lac
Grippin' the grain, as I'm cruisin' the streets (as I'm cruisin' the streets, girl)
It's 1:12 on the dot, you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Shawty talkin' dirty to me (oh, yeah)
I wanna know, do you really wanna go? (Come ride with your boy)
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo
(Other niggas playin' around) believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off and bring your body next to me (yeah)
(Let's cruise, baby) (uh)
Now, how long will it take a nigga like MJG
To get a girl back to the hotel? (Oh)
I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some Cigarillos
You can meet me, I'ma be in room 112 (say oh)
'Cause I did enough talkin' on the telephone (yeah)
Right now I'm really tryna put my hands on it
So if you any kinda way
You can come through, I know you didn't really plan on it (oh, oh)
Although I gotta come and pick you up, show you off
Ride to the hot-spot (ooh)
But don't try'ta act special, when you ridin' in my drop-top (no, no)
Listen what I need you to do is, hold this bag while I break this bl- down
We gon' have to park in a minute
'Cause the cops get hot right around by sun-down (look at ya)
I like it how you wear them jeans
Tight fittin' motherf-, right with the low-rise (low-rise)
M-J, G finna sprinkle in somethin' super incredible
- I'm so fly
I got my hand on the wood grain
I'm in a Cadillac feelin' like a "Space-Age Pimp", mayn
And even if you try hard as hell (oh-oh)
You never do it like I did it (listen to me)
It's a motherf- pimp thang (baby, baby)
Laid back in the 'Lac
Grippin' the grain, as I'm cruisin' the streets ('cause I'm feelin' like cruisin' the streets)
1:12 on the dot, you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me
Talkin' dirty to me (hey)
I wanna know, do you really wanna go?
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo (oh-oh)
(Other niggas playin' around) believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off (yeah) and bring your body next to me
(Shawty, bring it body to me, baby) (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Can I get you to, come here girl?
Let me say some sweet in ya ear girl (hey)
I see ya movin' ya butt to the beat girl
Wanna dip? Then come see my world
Big-Ball the one with the extra keys to the condo up-town (yeah)
Come through when ya want to
That's how me a lil' ma get down
Sometimes we hit the town
With the radio up, and the windows down
Get a suite at the W, get a bag of bush and just smoke it out
And I don't expect every motherf- (oh) in here to know what I'm talkin' 'bout
These niggas ain't got no game
A lotta these n- just talkin' loud (oh-ooh)
And I, know I'm not the best lookin' n-
But I'm, so far from the worst lookin' n- (yeah)
When it come to the dirty, me and my n-
We was one of the first in the picture
Three strikes on my feet
For my n- J (I), MJ, put'cha peace sign in the air
Wanna go to a place where they don't hate? (Oh, oh)
Listen to ya boy, let me take you there (listen to me, tell her later, babe)
Laid back in the 'Lac
Grippin' the grain (oh-oh), as I'm cruisin' the streets (as I'm cruisin' the streets, girl)
It's 1:12 on the dot (yeah, yeah), he's on the phone talkin' dirty to me
Shawty talkin' dirty to me (yeah-yeah)
I wanna know, do you really wanna go?
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo (hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Other niggas playin' around) believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off (yeah, yeah) and bring your body next to me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Ooh, baby)
I like it when ya call my name
I like it when we play that game
What game is that, girl?
That freaky-deeky game
It ain't no shame when I bang
Go ahead and grab that thang
That grown man thang
Stop gigglin' playin' mayn (oh-oh)
Do you know what I'm sayin' mayn?
See you's a freaky dame
Can I call up couple of my friends?
So we can run a-, run a-
And I'm sayin' I think I can
I'm bangin' her out the frame
Doin' that big-boy dance
With my hands on my side, mayn
I'ma D boy from the hood (from the hood) (yeah)
Smokin' on a big bag of kush (bag of kush) (yeah)
Workin' all day in a trap-house (yeah)
See the police, then we push (yeah)
And when a player ride through the street (yeah)
I'm always lookin' for a freak, yes (yeah)
They call me the Juice Man gigolo (yeah)
Take it out (take it out) (yeah)
I hit her up on Blackberry
She see the e-mail from daddy
She know it's time to shake her man
And meet me at the ho-telly (ooh-whoa-oh)
See he a old head, with some more bread, Keep her fed
But I'm the one she call, when she need that a- tapped
Laid back in the 'Lac (yeah) (oh)
Grippin' the grain (ha), as I'm cruisin' the streets (back in South Side, ridin' the streets)
It's 1:12 on the dot (hey, hey, hey), you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me
Shawty, talkin' dirty to me
I wanna know, do you really wanna go?
'Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo (oh-oh, ooh)
(Other niggas playin' around) believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off (yeah) and bring your body next to me (shawty bring it next to me)
(Ooh, baby)
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Darnell Carlton, Tracey Sewell, Paul Duane Beauregard
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