Peter Kings baby
Reporting live from Los Angeles
West Coast
323 baby, c'mon
Yeah
I feel good cause I just a bought a new whip
And I just got paid, caught a fat lick
Naw I got that shit legit, paying taxes
And last night I done racked another bad bitch
Can't complain, lately everything been so smooth
No pain, no gain but it's all cool
Cause yo honey know my name yeah I got juice
Weed straight to the brain, I'ma let loose
I'm cruising the city, riding real slow
If I got my homies with me, ain't no weirdos
If I got my homies with me I can't feel low
If I got a bitch wit titties I'ma feel those
She tryna dip with the boy, not you
She don't like broke boys, she ain't tryna spot you
She know that I got her, matter fact I got two
It feels good cruisin' through this mellow Sunday afternoon, uh
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
I feel good cause I just got my hair did
Braids to the back, no this ain't no damn wig
Ten years, long hair don't care bitch
I'm looking fresher than a can of air wick
People talking noise but I just can't hear none
Don't put me in that mood where I be fearsome
I promise you I'm chilling thinking income
Eyes open, I'm collecting me some wisdom
The sun start to set, I'm on sunset
Speakers knocking in the whip like a drum set
Ain't about to let a thing get me upset
Police ain't bouta make me no suspect
I'm just cruisin' on this fine Sunday afternoon
I got weed, got drank, yes absolutely
Got my new album playing, yes my life a movie
Can't nobody tell me shit, feeling bad and boujee
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Peter Kings baby, the one and only coming straight from Los Angeles, California
Representing the 323, born and raised in the 90012, the city of the real G's, you better act like you know
I ain't being cocky homie I'm just being me, something most of these clowns in the industry could never be
But gon' head and do me a favor and run this one back one time
Yeah
Side to side
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Peter Kings - Cruisin' Lyrics
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Peter Kings baby
Reporting live from Los Angeles
West Coast
323 baby, c'mon
Yeah
I feel good cause I just a bought a new whip
And I just got paid, caught a fat lick
Naw I got that shit legit, paying taxes
And last night I done racked another bad bitch
Can't complain, lately everything been so smooth
No pain, no gain but it's all cool
Cause yo honey know my name yeah I got juice
Weed straight to the brain, I'ma let loose
I'm cruising the city, riding real slow
If I got my homies with me, ain't no weirdos
If I got my homies with me I can't feel low
If I got a bitch wit titties I'ma feel those
She tryna dip with the boy, not you
She don't like broke boys, she ain't tryna spot you
She know that I got her, matter fact I got two
It feels good cruisin' through this mellow Sunday afternoon, uh
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
I feel good cause I just got my hair did
Braids to the back, no this ain't no damn wig
Ten years, long hair don't care bitch
I'm looking fresher than a can of air wick
People talking noise but I just can't hear none
Don't put me in that mood where I be fearsome
I promise you I'm chilling thinking income
Eyes open, I'm collecting me some wisdom
The sun start to set, I'm on sunset
Speakers knocking in the whip like a drum set
Ain't about to let a thing get me upset
Police ain't bouta make me no suspect
I'm just cruisin' on this fine Sunday afternoon
I got weed, got drank, yes absolutely
Got my new album playing, yes my life a movie
Can't nobody tell me shit, feeling bad and boujee
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Peter Kings baby, the one and only coming straight from Los Angeles, California
Representing the 323, born and raised in the 90012, the city of the real G's, you better act like you know
I ain't being cocky homie I'm just being me, something most of these clowns in the industry could never be
But gon' head and do me a favor and run this one back one time
Yeah
Side to side
Reporting live from Los Angeles
West Coast
323 baby, c'mon
Yeah
I feel good cause I just a bought a new whip
And I just got paid, caught a fat lick
Naw I got that shit legit, paying taxes
And last night I done racked another bad bitch
Can't complain, lately everything been so smooth
No pain, no gain but it's all cool
Cause yo honey know my name yeah I got juice
Weed straight to the brain, I'ma let loose
I'm cruising the city, riding real slow
If I got my homies with me, ain't no weirdos
If I got my homies with me I can't feel low
If I got a bitch wit titties I'ma feel those
She tryna dip with the boy, not you
She don't like broke boys, she ain't tryna spot you
She know that I got her, matter fact I got two
It feels good cruisin' through this mellow Sunday afternoon, uh
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
I feel good cause I just got my hair did
Braids to the back, no this ain't no damn wig
Ten years, long hair don't care bitch
I'm looking fresher than a can of air wick
People talking noise but I just can't hear none
Don't put me in that mood where I be fearsome
I promise you I'm chilling thinking income
Eyes open, I'm collecting me some wisdom
The sun start to set, I'm on sunset
Speakers knocking in the whip like a drum set
Ain't about to let a thing get me upset
Police ain't bouta make me no suspect
I'm just cruisin' on this fine Sunday afternoon
I got weed, got drank, yes absolutely
Got my new album playing, yes my life a movie
Can't nobody tell me shit, feeling bad and boujee
Cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Get up out my way if you ain't up to no good
Don't ask me where I stay cause I ain't banging no hood
I'm just cruising through LA on a Sunday afternoon
Peter Kings baby, the one and only coming straight from Los Angeles, California
Representing the 323, born and raised in the 90012, the city of the real G's, you better act like you know
I ain't being cocky homie I'm just being me, something most of these clowns in the industry could never be
But gon' head and do me a favor and run this one back one time
Yeah
Side to side
Writer: Peter Reyes
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