Rollin’, rollin’, we ride slow, Smoke in the air, everywhere we go. Rollin’, rollin’, keep it low, Windows down cruisin’ with the bass on blow. Kickin’ through the city with the chrome so clean, Boom-bap drums hittin’, feel that mean machine. Left hand steady, right hand on the wheel, Sunset glow, streets know the deal. Block to block, every hood nods tight, Speakers thumpin’, vibin’ through the night. Concrete jungle, where the hustlers dwell, Stories of the streets that the beat gon’ tell. Rollin’, rollin’, we ride slow, Smoke in the air, everywhere we go. Rollin’, rollin’, keep it low, Windows down cruisin’ with the bass on blow. Crew in the backseat, bassline boom, City lights flicker, paint the room. Eyes on the rearview, watch the block move, Classic 90s vibe, every step we groove. Old-school swagger with a streetwise mind, Every rhyme tight, every line refined. Tonight we chill, let the rhythm glide, Hood tales ride with the DJ’s pride. (We rollin’ slow!) All night, (We rollin’ deep!) Feel right, (We rollin’ strong!) Street life, Cruisin’ smooth, boom-bap in sight. Rollin’, rollin’, we ride slow, Smoke in the air, everywhere we go. Rollin’, rollin’, keep it low, Windows down cruisin’ with the bass on blow.
