Vice City Cruisers

[Intro] [Verse 1] Rollin' down the strip, hydraulics kiss the pavement, Lowriders bounce to the bass, the streets our enslavement. Subwoofers thump like heartbeats, Vice City’s alive, Gold chains glisten, under neon, we survive. Gangster tales scribed in the smoke of a blunt, Sunset bleeds on palm trees, cops? They don’t front. Cadillac dreams with a system that screams, Livin’ lawless where the rhythm’s the theme. [Chorus] Vice City rolling low, where the rebels go, Subwoofers shake the concrete, let the anthems flow. Spit rhymes hot like the sun on the chrome, In this concrete jungle, we built our throne. [Verse 2] Pink Flamingos on the dash, dice hangin’ loose, Rap kings in drop-tops, slangin’ truth like the juice. The cops fade back when the bassline cracks, We own the night, no brakes, just Cadillac tracks. Money stacks in the trunk, next to the tech, Vice never sleeps, but we ain’t losin’ respect. Finger-waved leather seats, the past stays retro, Spray-paint murals scream our manifesto. [Bridge] Sirens echo, but they d***n in the b**t, Gangster love letter to the city’s backstreets. Subs rattle the stars, lowriders kiss the sky, In Vice City’s arms, we live, we never die. [Chorus] Vice City rolling low, where the rebels go, Subwoofers shake the concrete, let the anthems flow. Spit rhymes hot like the sun on the chrome, In this concrete jungle, we built our throne. [Outro]