DEXGOD, Rozz Dyliams - Cruisin' lyrics

I grew up by them Eaton Estates
D is the greatest to ever touch a
Pen to a piece of papyrus
Many stop and stare at R O
Double Z and then get caught
Up dead in they tracks to soak
In me and my greatest
If you wanna get to working please
Do not play with my money or my
Time follow me to the bank bitch
I love the way that he produce and how
He make the bass hit, bass knock
Bass rock Nineteen Eight Six
8-6’d out the game just for serving bad vibes
Bad guy with the stainless
Who nevеr act right
Mad guy, always anxious without no alibi
Doing evil deeds to get my
Pockets on a fattеr size
Fo-sheezy! I got the need for mo’ cheddar got
Me going on a mission like DJ Squeeky
I got a money fetish and
An operation setup just for
Washing dirty green and I ain’t
Talking ‘bout the lettuce
The doctor said it’s something wrong with me
Diagnosed with going too retarded
On the world now who gon’ run with me
(no one) who gon’ mob with me
This is critical town business
You can get the
Business crank it and get buck with me
Do what you got to do -
Snort you up some lines and
Get throwed off that liquor too
That’s what’s on my mind
I hit more than a bitch or two
Godly ain’t my kind
If this shit don’t make no sense to
You then you ain’t one of mine

Codeine, Promethazine with the
Ketamine I think it put a spell on me
Had to be some other shit up
In the mix like a Jeffery
Get him to the Greek bitch
Step if you got beef this TEC it
Got respect up in the streets I
Believe I'ma keep this name in the game
That I claim like some baggage
I'm just spittin' game to a
Dame that's a bad bitch
I just killed the game killamane playa made
Only cabbage in the backwoods bad bitch
Active in the community criminalistic
With the impunity
Still these snitches doing me ever so
Til' I get the opportunity
Just to test the gangster let it
Be known this shit get greater
Later something like Ursa Major burnin'
Player haters at the stake
Something like Joan of Arc retarded hoes
Get roasted like a steak
Young DEXGOD Doc Martens stomping
On your grave young Dylan Ross apologist I’m
Ballin’ out the frame
Buckin' out the gates dust in my blunt
Gon' take me up to outer space
Down to make some motherfuckin' ends
I don't need no friends
Dex steady setting trends
Bending spoons ripping space time fabric
Welcome to the advent gangsta walkin'
Stomping with the MAC-10
What I'm blastin' Glock tight on my
Grind buckin' bustas on sight
Trollin' hoes online
Wilin' like a cocoa yayo like all night
Hit the dust once and you wind
Up doing some hard time