Cruzin’
There's some story about these guys
These guys from way back when
I mean their scene was awful keen
At least it seemed so then
They were out of Brooklyn
Cookin' and lookin' For something to get in
Zip guns and knives, dangerous lives
Nothing mattered to them
But cruising in their car
With the radio loud, they got right in the crowd
Never going far
Draggin' the main, the music drove them insane
You can see them coming down the street
Moving crazy with the drivin' beat
Ain't nobody in the drivеr's seat
Cruisin' along
Cruisin' along
Cruisin' along
Groovin' along