Cruise Control

(yeah) Yeah, ride with it

Rolling in a two-seater custom paint

Trunk rattling from the heavy sub bass Lowrider bounce on the concrete

lanes Got the West Coast engine running in the race Streetlights flashing

like a movie screen Most confident driver that you've ever seen No

trap-metal noise, just pure G-funk design Chasing the horizon on the dotted

line

Ride with the bass,

let it rattle the trunk

(rattle the trunk) We cruising all night to the sound of the

funk

Two-seater rocking, no stopping our lane

Yeah we keep it moving,

forever the same

(ooh yeah)

Subwoofer hitting like a hammer on the block Cruising past the corner

where the stories unlock No pop-singing choruses,

just raw street rhymes Keeping it authentic for the modern times

Hand out the window feeling the breeze Oakland to LA,

we doing it with ease Got the dial locked in on the

heavy bass line Everything we touch is guaranteed to shine

Ride with the bass,

let it rattle the trunk

(rattle the trunk) We cruising all night to the sound of the

funk

Two-seater rocking, no stopping our lane

Yeah we keep it moving,

forever the same

(ooh yeah)

Just the bass and the talkbox humming (hummmmm)

Yeah,

G-funk forever (bounce, bounce)