Cruzin' Blazey Songtext

Whipping it, Friday night,
Head to the club, we get in a fight,
Then we hear the lights, uh-oh police,
Gotta run fast, grab the keys,
Then we in the car, we cruzin' blazey,
Got my windows up, it's getting hazey,
My girl, Baby, up on the wheel,
I'm in the back, I'm feeling pretty chill,
Smoke it up, up on that chron,
All my ballas, I'm calling Lebron,
Slam dunk, and I light a bowl,
Back porch, hookah with the coal,
Then we on the brake, STOP,
New location and I hear it pop,
So, we get out, we start to dance,
And get the digits of the niggas tryna get in my pants

Yo, it was a Friday night,
Shit be chill, and I'm feeling alright, Now we rollin' blunts like crazy,
We up in the car, we cruzin' blazey!
Yo, it was a Friday night,
Shit be chill, and I'm feeling alright,
Now we rollin' blunts like crazy,
We up in the car, we cruzin' blazey!

Yo, now I'm starting to feel all loose,
I'm on my tenth muthafuckin' shot of goose,
I'm talking to a chick, I'm talking to a dude,
I only call him back if that boy rude,
Now he gettin' kinda pushy,
Might have to go to the car and whip out my Ussi,
But I keep classy, I say, "OUT MY FACE!",
When he don't, I whip out my mace,
But how we suppose to know this nigga have some bros?
And they like Chris, the type to smack a ho,
So we gotta run faster than the Mexicans,
And we hop back in the Mercedes Benz,
And we back to whippin' it,
Cruzin' that shit, we take a hit,
Now the sun up, it's Saturday,
But I don't give a fuck, I cruize everyday!