Cruising At Night

Come on now, let's hit it up
West folks, nice night with a pack pipe
Bumping that K-day, 'cause they do that rap right
Trying to get my mind off, driving by fine Ross
Hollywood, sunset, do it till the signs off

Got the money payment, do it 'til the a.m
Everybody happy, we don't gotta spray 'em
Now they call me priest, in the land of the palm trees
Home of the palm trees, taking over countries

Another Friday looking like my day
3 o's and 14 g's like it's Pi Day
101 highway, east side my way
Disrespect or get gutted like my lady
Vietnam so you better stay calm, make te dumb, never sound the alarm

Western saddame, with a box for the arms
You don't need a bag, when you have a farm
And it ain't, it ain't small town, baby, it's all mine
Another mad man with a pay plan, it ain't no crime

I don't stall time, only the great stop a hey plan
Even if the hood stays, notice how the hood fades
I been tested, and I've only gotten good grades
Never see me mumble, like I never fumble
Stuck inside a jungle, that'll never crumble

So I'll be cruising at night, with a pack pipe
Bumping that K-day, 'cause they do that rap right
Trying to get my mind off, driving by fine brawls

Hollywood sunset, do it to the signs off
With the money banging, do it to the a.m
Everybody happy, we don't gotta strangle
Now they call me grease, from the land of the palm trees
Home of the palm trees, taking over country

You can have one of these, or have one of those
We're about to go back, to the city of rose
Hit 'em up 300, for the kushos
You know we love the highs, and we ride the lows
I'm a dog, that keeps cats on they toes
Hungry, like an underground rap show
Try to get a whiff of this, without a bloody nose

Like those itty bitty hoes, in those little clothes
So keep moving baby, and don't stop baby
If you stop on me, it's less of a lot baby
'Cause it's moving like hot cakes, at a hot pace

What the crop makes, is a lot more
Than what the cop makes, or what the cop takes
Out the evidence room, plants in your car
To say he's better than you, less traffic at night
But that's adding to my suspicion
I drive speed limit, I tend to finish missions

Cruising at night, with a pack pipe
Bumping that K-day, 'cause they do that rap right
Trying to get my mind off, driving by fine brawls
Hollywood sunset, do it to the signs off
With the money paying, do it to the a.m
Everybody happy, we don't gotta spray 'em
Now they call me grease, from the land of the palm trees
Home of the palm trees, taking over countries

Saturday morning, before the sun's up
Stacking my funds up, I'm the money's husband
It's like she don't wanna leave me
Fuck around and deceive me
But keep me fed and faded, sucking my dick to relieve me
Living the city life, could stab you with a shitty knife

Or have your ass smiling, like you have a big titty wife
Yo, don't roll with what you don't need
That includes the homies, I'm tired of being sick and tired
Dealing with the police, from the one five

To the five, to the four five
LA's never dry, 'cause I'm keeping the county line
Filling my respiratory, with some medical category
I've been doing it for a while, it's like my husband's statutory

From high school up on Allen
To Pasadena City College
Never heard to get your grind up, why you go and get some knowledge
Take it from me, and save a G up in your stash spot

Get yourself out for ten percent, in case you get caught
Cruising at night, with a pack pipe
Loving that K day, 'cause they do that rap right
Trying to get my mind off, driving by fine Ross

Hollywood, sunset, do it till the signs off
Let the money pay 'em, do it till the a.m
Everybody happy, we don't gotta spray 'em
Now they call me breeze, from the land of the palm trees
Home of the palm trees, taking over calm trees

Yo, that's it for your ass, 626 baby
You know we're going G6 baby
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