Cruzin...

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Cruzin down the street, real slow Rolex hanging out the win-dow Boys smell like hella weed, shiit Try telling me something that I don't know Front of my crib looking like a car show Back of the crib, we building a grotto Yo brother got a gun on him, yeah i know He just watching out for assholes Sucka niggas never get past go They don't deserve tomorrow They running on time that's borrowed Might get run over at the crossroads Smoking on gas in a hard top Six-trey in the mothafucking parking lot Parked outside the strip spot Bout to see this bad bitch my girl bringing out, for me Chevrolet's rolling like dice Dayton spokes shining like ice Never seen game in your life Recognize when it's in your eyes Chevrolet's rolling like dice Dayton spokes shinin like, yeah...