Crenshaw Lyrics by Skee-lo

Crenshaw Lyrics

    Crenshaw on sunday night

    (skee-lo)
    Drinkin up my friends me and funke trend
    Check the scenery but i'll be steppin on the scene
    All the queens get de-fiendin me
    They be fiendin me when i'm leanin in my route
    When i get the jefferson and i'm bustin at you
    And i'm rollin down the other side
    On my eyes is the locs freaks all around
    They' be tryin to be down because i'm skee-lo yo
    It's all good though i'm exbo i'm coastin
    Gangster's hittin switches breakin corners three wheel motions
    And i'm hopin to pull a fly honey lookin 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 rollin crenshaw on sunday

    (chorus)
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five

    (funke)
    It's only crackin on sunday nights fools don't be out jackin
    They be out mackin lookin for action and satisfaction
    And i'll be askin these freaks for they at&t
    Well how you doin?
    You lookin 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 bustin a road to roscoe's
    Stand with women that stack with toni brax
    Brothers left they straps and gats at the pack
    The just askin for some jimmy hats so they can tax
    But i'ma max and relax and enjoy my bomb day
    Crenshaw on sundays

    (chorus)
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five

    (trend)
    Bumper to bumper people frontin crenshaw fun
    And do flossin on slossin cars parkin music bumpin
    Nobody dumpin nobody startin nothin
    We just kickin it and getting digits
    On one time be givin 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 comin 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 parkin lot
    Coverin 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 havin more hoochies for ya i wanna know ya
    That's the type of game that i'm spittin
    Rollin up and down the strip steady dippin is how i'm livin
    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

    (chorus)
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five
    Crenshaw on sunday night
    Slowin down to forty five

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