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



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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



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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



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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