Cruisin’ in my Chrome

[Intro – DJ Scratch FX + crowd noise]
Yo yo yo! It’s the return of the wheel-spinnin’, bass-hittin’ legend of the avenue…
"Cruuuuuuuisin'... in my CHROME!"
[Verse 1 – punchy flow, beat drops like a boom box on the hood]
I roll six deep in a two-door coupe,
Whitewalls clean like a fresh bowl of soup.
T-tops off, got the world in sight,
Paint so bright, I turn day to night.
I got dice on the mirror, chain on the chest,
The seats say leather, the ride says “bless.”
We ain’t in a hurry, just flexin’ the tone,
With a fat gold grill and a Motorola phone.
[Chorus – group chant, classic call and response]
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
What?
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
Say what?!
Bumpin’ old beats on a box that roams,
Do it old-school like I’m king of the zone!
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
Uh huh
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
Let’s ride!
If you feel that bass, then you already home,
We don’t walk, we glide — through time in the dome!
[Verse 2 – storytelling flex]
Now I slid past the arcades, quarter in the slot,
Every girl lookin’ like “Daaaamn, he hot.”
Got the neon jumpin’, boombox blastin’,
Whole block bouncin’ like I’m breakdance flashin’.
Caddy so mean, it sneers when I park,
Rims so chrome they light up the dark.
Gold rope chain with the Kangol low,
And my crew all posted like a G.I. Joe.
[Break – scratch solo + ad libs]
“Bring that beat back!”
(YEAH!)
“To the left, to the right, let’s RIDE!”
(Break it down like a turbo fight!)
[Verse 3 – big finish verse with full crowd response]
Pull up to the club, but we don’t go in,
We stunt in the lot while the party begins.
Carburetor purrin’ like a lion on wax,
Got a glovebox full of tapes and some Boom Bap facts.
Ain’t no auto-start, gotta pump that gas,
Kick it three times, let the old soul pass.
Now I’m back in my zone, cassette in control,
Eatin’ up the street like a cinnamon roll.
[Final Chorus – group chant, louder]
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
What?
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
Say what?!
Sippin’ on a slush with the system blown,
Rollin’ so smooth you’d think I was cloned!
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
Uhhh!
Cruisin’ in my chrome!
That’s right!
From the 80s with love and a touch of the dome,
Still breakin’ necks — still takin’ it home!
[Outro – fade out with beat and hype echo]
"Chrome... chrome... chrome..."
“Don’t touch the ride, baby — this legend’s alive.”
(Cruuuuuisin’...)

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