Dub Pistols Cruise Control
Everybody on Cruise control Cruise control Everybody gonna lose control Cruise control With my top gun maverick Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control
Who could it be Stix the legendary With the hand skills that will leave none secondary Cruise cutter With the ill flutter Move so fast that he'll leave you in the gutter Asking for your mother Does like no other Puts the needle to the record when it gets hectic Don't try to test him The cuts a disguise for a secret wepon Behind the decks he's an evil genius With more hand skills than girls stroking the penis See what I mean His incision meets the target like an infra red beam Precise when he drops it The man, the myth, the legendary, the prophet And all the kids ask How your damn hands move so fast.
Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control Cruise control Everybody gonna lose control Cruise control With my top gun maverick Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control
So precise He slice through the groove He cuts so deep Profound and smooth Make you move Go wild, flip out Always new skills its stix, no doubt Diggin in the crates Searching for the slates To elevate this joint To a higher state Its getting late Better break the rhythm Stop the beat Stix comes with the incision Moving to the beat Tell them how it goes After the show he's in his red metro Slow and low in his red metro Slow and low yo that's his tempo.
Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control Cruise control Everybody gonna lose control Cruise control With my top gun maverick Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control
Everybody on Cruise control Cruise control Everybody gonna lose control Cruise control With my top gun maverick Cruise control Everybody on Cruise control
