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 somethin' to get in

Zip-guns and knives, dangerous lives

Nothin' mattered to them

But cruisin' in the car

With the radio loud

They got right in the crowd

Never goin' far

Draggin' the main

The music drove 'em insane

You could see 'em comin' down the street

Movin' crazy with the drivin' beat

Ain't nobody in the driver's seat

Cruisin' along

Cruisin' along

Movin' along