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Pum Pum broken, face frozen
No lotion, dick swollen
Heart-broken
Gotta' go
Imma be gettin' my dough
'Scapin' the cops like a pro
Cruisin' the city, you

we kickback right by the sea
I'm feeling like Nate Dogg cause this is where I wanna be baby
Ride with me now (Ride with me now)
Cruisin them streets

cruisin
Vagabond a army if you test us
Then you losin
Ain’t nobody that I know
That could do it like we do it
These is big big shoes
This is big big

and pitch a curve
It's been loyalty first
If you switch then ima swerve
Annie Glidden road
And I'm cruisin' in my lane
If you haven't heard me yet
I know, you

Po meste cruisin
Cez moj hood
Vidis ma na zadnom
Jak palim boof
Dym
Do mojich pluc
Vedla mna hoe
Ktorá je juicy tak ako juice
Suckuje lollipop

Step into this life
Cruisin' ocean wide
We got all the time
(Ooh we got all the time)
Endless summer nights
Cachaça and lime
We got all the time

I

Ride these city streets at night
Ride these city streets at night
Ride these city streets at night
Ride these city streets at night
Cruisin' through

I've been drivin' round town
Goin' faster than the speed of sound
And my wheels, they take me away
Cause I couldn't handle today
Cruisin' with my

Just cuz it's tradition don't mean
I'll run back to you like a dope fiend
Cruisin' downtown in my dope lean
You just sittin' 'round drinkin' coke

Well I'm, cruisin' through the West end
Of the O did you know that I float when I flow
And I be, whippin' through the South side
Yeah I'm on free

Uh
Right
Kazie Man
I got KP with me
Cruisin'
Look
I been all around town trying to get a bag
Niggas ain't hustlers, niggas is broke and sad
This shit

don't scrape the sky that high in Mississippi
Went from packed out houses where she grew up
To barely gettin' by off a tip cup
It was a brand new game, no

(Chorus)
Catch me later on down the road, cruisin' i don't care where i go.
Maybe to a whole other coast, just catch me later on down the road.

Layin’ Back           music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams 

 1991, 2016 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2016 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved

more powder,
Cruisin with a blasian bitch,
Nigga and its rush hour,

Verse:
I been workin on my temper,
I be fuckin trippin,
Need my bitch black,
I like

Reminicising old folks from the oll way back 
Way way back
Reminicising old folks from the oll way back
I be cruisin down the street just to get my

Can't get my foot off the gas, cruisin' way over the limit
But i just wanna be rich yeah, stack up the racks
Then make it expand, man i swear we'll make

really praise me
Without all their support, I don't know where I'd be
I got a watch on my wrist, it's not for the time
No, cruisin' through my city in

something to remember me by
Midsummer night constellations
Stretched over grand mountain ranges
An hour from the GWB
Buried in the woods somewhere
Your

to pick it
Cruisin' ocean drive, 65 is the limit
Speed
You can hit my line, I'ma give you what you need
Lookin' like a stallion, I'ma be ya noble steed

all along
Temporary high, no this won't last for long
Take me to the moon
I'm not over you
Cruisin on imagination rollercoaster muse
Have I gone too

Aye
Tell me, baby, have you ever seen a demon? Got you screamin'
Cruisin' in that foreign, drippin' red like it's bleedin'
Spanish bitch up on me

took a crack at it
Now I got her by my side, turned a five into a ten
Midnight cruisin', what's the time you on
Let me know right now before I grab

hard but I left it for the wealth
Never fazed by all the damage in my life that I was dealt (nah)
(Mhm)
I been cruisin' to the south gone bad
Swiping