Letra We Be Crussinâ de Sticky Icky original

Verse.

Now I ditched da cops
Am crussin' up, highway 69
Like I got no time
I catch up to hurr, on da Westside
She on my leftside
I see an object
Its da red light
We carry on crussin', she in front
Damn this aint right
She flashing my car
Past da dome
Spinnin' ma chrome
Im tryin' to catch hurr
Like a race in desert storm
I cant, she too fast
Am last?
I crash!
Damn dis car am usin'
Losin fueli n'
Pouring oil
I gots ta run
B4 it I get all oily
It blows
Am down
On da ground
Like a soccer star
I gots ta run
N' keep up
To da flow of dat car.

Chorus

I got cops to ditch
A snitch of a chick
I look like a tick
In dis big ol cit
Ama pick ma shit (gun)
N wit one flick BAAAM
She'll be at ma dick.

Verse

So am back on feet
Got diss fly car
A Cadillac Deville
Oh she gon' get it now
Ama bout ta pop hurr
Like a fleet of kings
She be bitchin owe
4 weeks.
Now she mine
But she's lukin so fine
Oh surely I made hurr mine
It felt like I had won da game
I got away from da cops
On 30 mane
And gained a chick wit
A bod 2 kill

Chorus.

I got cops to ditch
A snitch of a chick
I look like a tick
In dis big ol cit
Ama pick ma shit (gun)
N wit one flick BAAAM
She'll be at ma dick
But this time
I aint gotta shot dis bitch
To get hurr to suck ma dick.

Verse.

We back at ma crib
We makin' lurv
Am caressing ha hips
I don't need no glove
Cos I gots gr8 dick lady
N mami cos u know dats ma baby
We done afta an afternoon of hit
She aint tired but ama definitely
Outta fire n' take a snooze
To wake up, she's gon' wit da
Jewels, boos, shoes,
Damn bitch
She probably got help from her cru.
I aint gonna bother
Cos dis time I fell for it
Shes probably a lot further
Uh fuck nigga am broke
And in big shit!

Chorus

I v'been taken for a fool
By some chick
Who looks like stool
But I gotta hand it 2-hurr
She had da tools
2 play this player game
But when we meet again
It'll be da end of hurr fame!!