Cruisin’ Down the Line
v4
@Fouad Frix
Cruisin’ Down the Line
v4
@Fouad Frix
tekst piosenki
[Intro]
Sunny day
Bandana on the dash
Low ride
Slow glide
Whole block know we back
[Verse 1]
Candy paint drip on the curb
Old heads nod
They heard
Tire smoke curl like words
We gospel of the turnt and disturbed
House shoes hang from the wire
Homies posted
Quiet fire
Sidewalk stories
Live choir
Either make it or retire
[Chorus]
G funk gangstas
Rollin’ up the ave
One hand on the wheel
Other on the cash
G funk gangstas
Leanin’ in the sun
Whole town know when the bassline run
G funk gangstas
Flags on the side
If you ain’t from here
Better watch that pride
G funk gangstas
Never move in rush
Everything slow
But the money come plush
[Verse 2]
Palm tree sway like they bang
Sirens hum under the slang
Grandma pray
Say my name
Tattooed faith on the frame
Dice game chalk on the ground
Old school boom in the trunk
Big sound
Little cousins wanna be us now
Teach ’em how to breathe
Not drown
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Talk cheap when the sun up
Real ones speak when the gun tuck
But we tryna keep the peace
One luck
One prayer
One sweep
One come-up
[whispered vocals] Ride slow
Eyes open
Past ghosts in the yards we coast in
Every street sign
Every crack in the road
Write the code that we chose
[Chorus]
Sunny day
Bandana on the dash
Low ride
Slow glide
Whole block know we back
[Verse 1]
Candy paint drip on the curb
Old heads nod
They heard
Tire smoke curl like words
We gospel of the turnt and disturbed
House shoes hang from the wire
Homies posted
Quiet fire
Sidewalk stories
Live choir
Either make it or retire
[Chorus]
G funk gangstas
Rollin’ up the ave
One hand on the wheel
Other on the cash
G funk gangstas
Leanin’ in the sun
Whole town know when the bassline run
G funk gangstas
Flags on the side
If you ain’t from here
Better watch that pride
G funk gangstas
Never move in rush
Everything slow
But the money come plush
[Verse 2]
Palm tree sway like they bang
Sirens hum under the slang
Grandma pray
Say my name
Tattooed faith on the frame
Dice game chalk on the ground
Old school boom in the trunk
Big sound
Little cousins wanna be us now
Teach ’em how to breathe
Not drown
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Talk cheap when the sun up
Real ones speak when the gun tuck
But we tryna keep the peace
One luck
One prayer
One sweep
One come-up
[whispered vocals] Ride slow
Eyes open
Past ghosts in the yards we coast in
Every street sign
Every crack in the road
Write the code that we chose
[Chorus]
Styl muzyki
funk, West Coast G-funk bounce with rubbery synth leads, subby bass, and tight, swung drums. Male vocals laid-back but menacing, stacking doubles on key phrases. Hook lifts with gang vocals and subtle talkbox response lines; verses stay sparse to let the groove breathe. Short breakdown before last hook with filtered drums and bass-only tension., g funk
