Crenshaw on Sunday night
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(Skee-Lo)
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Drinkin up my friends me and Funke Trend
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Check the scenery but I'll be steppin on the scene
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All the queens get de-fiendin me
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They be fiendin me when I'm leanin in my route
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When I get the Jefferson and I'm bustin at you
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and I'm rollin down the other side
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On my eyes is the locs freaks all around
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They' be tryin to be down because I'm Skee-Lo yo
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It's all good though I'm exbo I'm coastin
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Gangster's hittin switches breakin corners three wheel motions
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And I'm hopin to pull a fly honey lookin cute
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Spittin game what's your name?
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You look cute in your daisy dukes
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Who me I'm Skee, I rap and produce
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Pull over I wanna know you and my crew wants to know your crew
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Now how them cheeks fit in the seat of that Jeep
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See this is type of freak that could be cool for me
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I like her style she like my style I make her smile she think I'm funny
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Won't front it be pump rollin Crenshaw on Sunday
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(Chorus)
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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(Funke)
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It's only crackin on Sunday nights fools don't be out jackin
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They be out mackin lookin for action and satisfaction
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And I'll be askin these freaks for they AT&T
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Well how you doin?
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You lookin nice hey my name is Funke
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Yo your show is swollen around your corner
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You trap and you be in freaks got more cheeks than Gary Coleman
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So what's your name?
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(My name is Brenda my friends call me Brend)
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That's Skee-Lo and Trend yo call your friends and hop on in
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Let's take a spin bust a mission of exposition
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You dippin and trippin
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and now they got the taste of some chicken and waffles
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A daily special for Funke
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now since everybody hungry yo I'm bustin a road to Roscoe's
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Stand with women that stack with Toni Brax
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Brothers left they straps and gats at the pack
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The just askin for some Jimmy hats so they can tax
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But I'ma max and relax and enjoy my bomb day
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Crenshaw on Sundays
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(Chorus)
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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(Trend)
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Bumper to bumper people frontin Crenshaw fun
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And do flossin on slossin cars parkin music bumpin
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Nobody dumpin nobody startin nothin
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We just kickin it and getting digits
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On one time be givin tickets
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But I'm straight with up to date tags on my plates
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The boulevard is hot from spot to spot watch your block
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All the homies be comin from Long Beach, Compton and Wash
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This song is props and all the cops can do is watch
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It's two 'o' clock am and we still at the parkin lot
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Coverin freaks with the camera it's like the freak net in the Atlanta
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Georgia, with more hoes than Santa told ya
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West Coast will be havin more hoochies for ya I wanna know ya
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That's the type of game that I'm spittin
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Rollin up and down the strip steady dippin is how I'm livin
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Ain't no fun if the homies can't come
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Show ya ride we all packed in the bag at the Shaw on Sunday night
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(Chorus)
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw on Sunday night
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Slowin down to forty five
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Crenshaw
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| Skee-Lo |
