Grove Street Boyz Cruisin Slow

[Intro] [Verse 1] Grove Street Boyz, top down, wheels scrape the pavement, Bassline thumpin’, rattlin’ the neighbors’ basement. Lowriders creep, candy paint drippin’ gloss, Sunset fade, shadows blend with the exhaust. Palm trees sway to the rhythm of the block, Gold chains flash, every homie clocks the spot. Leather grips the steerin’, left hand on the crown, Gangster rap symphony, we the kings of this town. [Chorus] Grove Street Boyz cruisin’ slow down the block, Bass so low it makes the concrete rock. Windows shake, heads turn, everybody knows, We the rhythm of the street, wherever the road goes. [Verse 2] Neon lights flicker, stories in the haze, Every corner’s a chapter, every alley a maze. Brotherhood sealed with a fist and a nod, Smoke curls thick, mixin’ dreams with the squad. Whispers of the old school hum through the speakers, Legends in the rearview, but we the new reapers. Roll deep, no sleep, till the tank’s run dry, Grove Street anthem echoes beneath the grey sky. [Outro]