112 - Cruizin lyrics

(Intro, Eightball) Eightball and MJG Three 6 Mafia, and 112 We finna take this thang to another level Ya hear me? All the ladies come to the front All the haters, get out the building Yeah (Hook, 112) Laid back in the 'Lac Grippin the grain, as I'm cruisin the streets (Cruisin the streets girl) It's 1:12 on the dot, you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me Talkin' dirty to me I wanna know, do you really wanna go Cause I'm sittin in front of your condo Other n***as playin' around, believe me, I'm the one though So baby take ya clothes off and bring ya body next to me (Verse 1, MJG) Now how long will it take a n***a like MJG To get a girl back to the hotel I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some Cigarillos You can meet me, I'mma be in room 112 Cause I did enough talkin on the telephone Right now I'm really tryin'a put my hands on it So if you any kinda way You can come through, I know you didn't really plan on it Although I gotta come and pick you up, show you off Ride to the hot-spot But don't try'ta act special, when you ridin in my drop-top Listen what I need you to do is, hold this bag while I break this blunt down We gon' have to park in a minute Cause the cops get hot right around by sun-down I like it how you wear them jeans Tight fittin motherf**a, right with the low-rise M-J, G finna sprinkle in somethin super incredible b**h I'm so fly I got my hand on the woodgrain I'm in a Cadillac feelin like a "Space-Age Pimp", mayn And even if you try hard as hell You never do it like I did it It's a motherf**in pimp thang (Hook) (Verse 2, Eightball) Can I get'chu to, come here girl Let me say some sweet in ya ear girl I see ya movin ya bu*t to the beat girl Wanna dip? Then come see my world Big-Ball the one with the extra keys to the condo up-town You can 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**a in here to know what I'm talkin bout These n***as ain't got no game A lotta these n***as just talkin loud And I, know I'm not the best lookin n***a But I'm, so far from the worst lookin n***a When it come to the Dirty, me and my n***a We was one of the first in the picture Three strikes on my feet For my n***a J, MJ, put'cha peace sign in the air Wanna go to a place where they don't hate? Listen to ya boy, let me take you there (Hook) (Verse 3, Crunchy Black) 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 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 train? 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 (Verse 4, Juicy J) I'mma D boy from the hood (Yeah!) Smokin on a big bag of kush (Yeah!) Workin all day in a trap-house (Yeah!) See the police, then we push (Yeah!) And when a playa ride through the street (Yeah!) I'm always lookin for a freak (Yeah!) They call me the Juice Man gigolo (Yeah!) Take it out, skeet-skeet-skeet (Yeah!) (Verse 5, DJ Paul) 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 See he a old head, with some mo' bread, Keep her fed But I'm the one she call, when she need that a** tapped (Hook)