Cruisin Los Santos to Vice City

[Intro] [Verse 1] Top down, sun high, palm trees in the rearview, Lowriders bounce, bassline thumpin', old-school cues. From the block where the Saints throw their crown, To Vice City neon, we own every town. Chrome glint, dice swing, money talks in the heat, Radio bumpin' pld school classic beats. Streets paved with dreams, but we stackin' the cheddar, Two cities, one crown—ain’t no one doin’ it better. [Chorus] Cruisin’ from Los Santos to Vice City, ain’t no brakes on this ride, Gangsta lean, codeine slow, let the waves collide. West Coast to East, we don’t sleep, keep the flame lit, From Grove Street to Ocean Drive—every block’s legit. [Verse 2] Bulletproof Cheetah, gold chains on the dash, Cops in the mirror, but we vanish like ash. Vice City nights, pink flamingos in the haze, Santos palms whisper tales of the gangster days. Roll deep, no cheap seats, we the kings of the map, Burn rubber on bridges, leave the past in the trap. Money-green oceans, b***d-red sunsets, Double-cross the devil, cash every bet. [Bridge] The world’s a sandbox, we just playin’ our part, Engine revs like a heartbeat, fire in the dark. From the barrio to the strip, ain’t no love for the weak, Hustle’s in the rearview, legacy’s what we keep. [Chorus] Cruisin’ from Santos to Vice, ain’t no brakes on this ride, Gangsta lean, codeine slow, let the waves collide. West Coast to East, we don’t sleep, keep the flame lit, From Grove Street to Ocean Drive—every block’s legit. [Outro]