Coolio - Crusin' lyrics

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Coolio - Crusin' lyrics

I love it when we're cruisin' together I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby, get in, we fixin' to cruise till we can't You got the drink, I got the denk, and we done stopped at the bank Sunbeamin' this weekend; heading down that beach way Messin' with my girl's hair; one of them games that we play Braids bouncin' to the beat; feel me coming down the street She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me, so Shine up your hoopty and fall in line Bring your honey if she's fine, and we gon' have a good time To the outskirts of first, buzzin' off the erky jerks Swoopin' while I puts in work; now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me, but then I ball and see 'Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze is hittin'; don't think you'll catch me strippin' Forty Thevz Wino and gat got that back when we're dippin' To the west coast, down south in your direction Throwin' up the hood, cruisin'; come on, we jettin' [Chorus] I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Come on in my lap, get in an' twist the cap Hand him the jizz back, clowin' up the coast like that Tangaray all nice in back seat, pete Just do a rollin', top down, ready to hit the street Shoulder to shoulder, turn their heads, 'cause it's a black thing Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped; won't be no jacket Consider that chocolate mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck; the beach caress my thighs; now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on, so I'm playing teams Know when he's feelin' me and what those feelin's be Kinda' flossy, 'cause, Tossy; we do it on seat tip Snuggled up, freaky dick give the drink a sip Leaning on his chest, I feel security Just my man and me, against the world; you understandin' me? Cruisin' till the sunsets; yep, we'll be headin out Dippin' through the city, me and my n**ys; what I'm talkin' about [Chorus] Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right, lookin' bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool sixty-five Malika rolls the top, so's I can feel that rocky mountain high, yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep, I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset; be the flyest with the top down Park up at the spot; I ain't gonna front; I'm tryin' to mess around Your homies still around Yeah, they busy though That's all I need to know; roll up the windows, and lock the door It's all that poppin' on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah, that's how we do it on the western hemisphere All my homies be a man, 'cause ain't no pretendin' Cruisin', feel the wind blow my braids back Trippin off into the night, bumpin' to a fat track, yeah [Chorus x 2]