Lyric Jones, Little Brother - Cruisin lyrics

(Dot, dot, dot) yeah (One, two)
LJ lB
Yeah let's go

Eighty-five cruisin', sun roof open
Volume turned up to the max
Lionel Richie and The Commodores
Zoom over a few tracks
I just needed me time to relax
This feels like the perfect interruption
Always something, up to something, somethin'
Somethin'
A little Maxwell to get the day started
The best part of waking up
Is waking up divin' into waters uncharted
My life's audit, feel like a sonnet
To a nigga used to spittin' sixteens
I am legеnd, no vaccine by any means
Too much time starin' at thеse screens
Where's the defense?
The pretense I was carried
May The Lord Watch, that sediment got buried
What a parry, celebrate like a sweet sixteen
Next week, same time, different theme
I'm cruisin'

(Woop) nah nah nah, nah nah
I'm cruisin' one time, yeah
(Woop)

Yeah 405 cruisin', exit via Sherman Way
Professor Jones took the formula
The Sherman way
To transform to Buddy, Buddy Love
Losin' weight but not pounds slimmin' down
I'm sheddin' off the fakes
Earned my stripes, feeling great
Like a box of Frosted Flakes, at times
It often takes
Removing caution tape to let the
Right ones cross it safe
And pretty soon, I'll be in awesome shape
LJ with LB got 'em listenin' now
Got 'em whisperin' loud
I'ma still be social distancing crowds
Six feet, no admission allowed
Count down to when my art is renowned
My creative spark, I got in Tupperware
But, it's not leftovers
A new path of feedin' me first
I stepped over
To the other side, pennin' nice words
Like Titanic, but I'm dodging icebergs
Yeah, I'm cruisin'

(Woop, Let's go)
Nah nah nah, nah nah i'm cruisin'
One time (Woop)
Yo (Let's go)

95 cruisin' to loosen up
Don't wanna be a fool and rush to look cool
For the movement, but, man
Gotta get the cash
Gotta get the dough like I'm
Makin' moves with Puff
Pay ya dues and refuse to be that prisoner
Relegated to an answer in rap trivia
I'm a Black wizard, the Southern gentleman
Well-read and highly cultured like Activia
Rapper Pooh, Tigallo, nigga, that's cinema
3D IMAX at minimum
Never saw it comin', why so cynical?
We Youssou endured, I'm so Senegal
Last OG reppin' 336 like Rick Dees
Shouts to the Bluehouse, Doug Celinski
Sixteen bar flex is just a striptease
Take ya hand off the neck
Now let that bitch breathe
How you rhymin' 'bout shit that
You ain't even versed in?
Poppin' pills and dreaming
Niggas is Ellen Burstyn
Stat wise, ya boy never backfired
Catch the wave or get capsized
Nigga, I'm cruisin'

Nah nah nah, nah nah i'm cruisin'

Homie in and out of town
Occasional urge to shoot my shot
When he come around
We both doin' slick shit, but like (Not yet)