[Intro – Spoken] Hilo nights… eighty-something vibes… Old airport runway, long and wide. VW Bugs lined up, engines hummin’ loud. Puna boys, Kona boys, Waimea, Hilo crowd… You like run? Show the tea leaf, burn out slow… [Verse 1 – Rap] Back in the day at the old airport, Where the OG racers used to hold court. VW Bugs sittin’ slammed real clean, Air-cooled motors with the secret tune mean. Hilo boys first, park the line real tight, Puna boys rumble in, ready for the night. Kona boys cruise with the confident lean, Waimea boys roll deep, small kid dream. Circle the runway, show respect to the crew, Then drop one burnout when we pass on through. Smoke up the tires, let the back end slide, That’s how you call out a run on the Hilo side. [Chorus – Reggae Harmony] Burn out the tires, let the tea leaf swing, Old Hilo airport where the island kings ring. VW Bugs racing for the pride, for the name, Eighty’s old school, but the mana still the same. Burn out the tires, let the tea leaf swing, When we pass each camp, it’s an island thing. Run for the papers, heart beatin’ fast, Only one Bug gonna come out last. [Verse 2 – Rap] You hear the whistle when the flag drop low, Two Bugs launch hard, let the whole strip glow. Air-cooled engines screamin’ down the lane, Shift so quick you can feel the frame strain. Puna boys grind, they the wild ones bruh, Hilo boys steady, never lose composure. Kona boys sly, they plan every move, Waimea boys tough, but they run to improve. Everybody watching when the finals start, Old school pride with a modern heart. Winner take papers—no shame, no fear, Handshake after, grab a beer, all clear. [Chorus – Reggae Harmony] Burn out the tires, let the tea leaf swing, Old Hilo airport where the island kings ring. VW Bugs racing for the pride, for the name, Eighty’s old school, but the mana still the same. Burn out the tires, let the tea leaf swing, When we pass each camp, it’s an island thing. Run for the papers, heart beatin’ fast, Only one Bug gonna come out last. [Bridge – Nostalgic Reggae] Moonlight shining on the old runway, Rubber marks still talk story to this day. Ask anybody from the island scene— VW Bugs ruled the street machine. [Final Chorus – Big + Uplifting] Burn out the tires, let the tea leaf swing, Old Hilo legends, we remember everything. Eighty’s island nights, never fade away, VW Bugs forever run the Hawaiʻi way.
