DJ Kay Slay - Cruising Uptown lyrics

[Intro] Shout to my homie Tri0 Productions Produced the last track, when we ride alone Big shout out to the homie Neek Bucks, A-Mafia (Cruising uptown) Shout to Half (Where our God made the pull) Shout out to Dunkin Diamond on this track right here (Gettin this money , just like paid in full) Sammi J on the hook (Cruising uptown where our God made the pull) Straight Style Magazine (Gettin this money, just like paid in full) [Verse 1] Yow, I be making Dane from different races (yeah) Taking Plans to different places, in a terrain, champagne we sipping cases Celebrating, cause we elevating, see these lame n***as in it But we never hating, we just crack jokes at all these wack folkes Stack notes, swimming in your b**h , doing back strokes Pack toast, my mac roast, from them snakes that like to act close I can't stomach the fake sh** like am lactose intolerant Bad b**h you see me and they hollering, BV's on the callering See me am bringing dollars in (money) On a lookout for detees and am palloring, and we throw the biggest cookouts Cause see me, I got a following (come on), and drops on my neck freezing Mixtape bout to drop and my album coming next season (next season) Am the best breathing (best breathing), me and my n***as Devious in the Lex breezing Vroom (vroom, vroom) [Chorus] (Cruising uptown where our God made the pull) Sammi J wad up? (Gettin this money, just like paid in full) Don't forget Straight Style Magazine Number one magazine out here (Cruising uptown where our God made the pull) Original this magazine (Gettin this money, just like paid in full) Worldwide, we got this] [Verse 2] All I ever wanted was mans and be my drop tops Rollie on, middle of the hall, my Nike, High tops Started in the road, now we watch the game from the skybox Have they setters gone for thirty, am thinking why not (why not) Having conversations, we popping over mojitos They said he out the game can't afford to live with no C.O's In his 40's now, Telling me all this sh**, that only he know Smile about the times he had b**hes and bussing cliko The moral is, the n***a is been losing fast as he get it To work hard and watch for the s**ers handle your business Rather control my temperature, the Preacher told me hell's hot Bilisdigo, coke can white, looking like shell tops Rob a n***a gold, get the money, smoking in them real spot Making sales, mamma taught I was checking the mailbox God gave me a gift to tell my story, n***as guess what? (What?) Bucki baking soda, next stop, the best stop [Chorus] Cruising uptown where our God made the pull Gettin this money, just like paid in full Cruising uptown where our God made the pull Gettin this money, just like paid in full [Verse 3] I was born that gray era Mommy gave birth to a change, I was raised in the methor Few blocks away Malcolm died giving his lecture That's why when I perform I'm always holding a ecklar But cut four foot for the eckler's, throw a bottle on my stage I bet you need more than a stretcher (bet that) When I lose you better make the respect yuh I put a few n***as in coma for talking reckless I'm telling my n***as now, keep my name out your rackets Or they go have to identify you by dental records (warning) Am talking head shots, whoever with you was next Now it's candle lightning, your picture on n***as chest Picture losing your breath, seeing Lucifer in the flesh Picture me k**ing your mom before you laid to rest (picture that) You out here playing games, they raise me to play for keeps I still ride through Harlem, less K in the backseat When I ride through n***as bop, and look like a track meet Hit caught slipping like Ricky on one a them backstreets Highing with 'em hits, n***as know what this sh** With the hazards, jump out and give you the whole clip Go home, change clothes, them come back through your strip Looking for the rest a them Fa*ts you ran with (where they at?) Motherf**er this ain't music, this really how am moving The game wide open and it's time for me to move in [Chorus] Cruising uptown where our God made the pull Gettin this money, just like paid in full This feel so good, you heard Cruising uptown where our God made the pull Shout out to all Harlem, The whole BX, wad up! Uptown Gettin this money, just like paid in full