Trend - 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'mma 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 dudes flossin on Slauson 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 Watts 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