Making Music (Track 5)

(专辑： Murs Rules The World - 2000)

[Intro: MURS talking]
Yes, uh, me personally
I just start, just started driving. Congratulations
Thank you very much. This song is like
For them days you just cruising, kicking it with your boys
Clowing, whatever. Crenshaw, whatever your little street is, whatever
It's like this

[Verse:]
It's like you sipping bourbon slow
Swerving low in your seat, nowhere to go
The windows low cause the heat, oh what you know?
There go your folks right up the street, you slow your roll
They all hop in, y'all go and eat, you shoot the breeze
On how the homie just got clowned by some B's
He spit his game, they shot him down and with ease
And now he's making up excuses, nigga please
This happens every time we out, now close your mouth
Always lying on some shit, what's that about?
We your boys, and we got love no matter what
Now put your seat belt on, sit back and shut up!
Oooh, turn that up that shit is knocking, that's my cut
Two 15's up in the trunk, we ain't no punk
Heard us coming blocks away playing slump
Thought it was an earthquake your heart sunk
Look here's some niggas in a Cutlass, what a punk
Throwing up some gang signs, I just ignore it
And when the light turns green, I simply floor it
Left them suckers at the light feeling dumb
Fighting over fingers and thumbs, I ain't the one
Call me a buster or a mark if you choose it
But at least I'll be alive making music
I said but at least I'll be alive making music
Bitch, just cruising

[D'Angelo:] "Baby, let's cruise, away from here"