Cruise Slow in the Lowrider

Songtext

[Intro] Pull the gate, let the boulevard breathe Candy paint catching every turn of the key [Verse 1] Two-tone seats and a cooler on ice Hydraulics tucked low, riding easy and nice Mama said, “Be home,” but the sun’s still high We got nowhere to be and the whole day to drive Palm trees lean when the warm wind rolls Got a cassette in the deck and a pocket full of goals Your hand on the shifter, mine out the window Every block feels better when the chrome wheels glimmer [Pre-Chorus] Take the long way past the corner store One more lap, then we’ll take one more [Chorus] Cruise slow in the lowrider Candy paint shining, rolling beside ya Lift it up, let it glide down smooth Whole boulevard moving to the way we groove Cruise slow in the lowrider You and me, nothing could feel finer No rush, baby, let the afternoon roll With the windows down and the speakers low [Verse 2] Fresh white tee, blue bandana tied Sunset waiting on the passenger side We stop for tacos, then we circle the park Your laugh cuts clean through the engine’s soft bark Little kids point when the front end rises Old heads nod like they recognize us At the red light, you lean over and say “Keep this picture in your mind this way” [Pre-Chorus] Take the long way past the corner store One more lap, then we’ll take one more [Chorus] Cruise slow in the lowrider Candy paint shining, rolling beside ya Lift it up, let it glide down smooth Whole boulevard moving to the way we groove Cruise slow in the lowrider You and me, nothing could feel finer No rush, baby, let the afternoon roll With the windows down and the speakers low [Bridge] When the evening cools, we’ll park by the pier Count the city buses fading in the mirror Keep your fingers linked with mine awhile You make every mile worth the extra mile [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Cruise slow in the lowrider Candy paint shining, rolling beside ya Lift it up, let it glide down smooth Whole boulevard moving to the way we groove Cruise slow in the lowrider You and me, nothing could feel finer No rush, baby, let the afternoon roll With the windows down and the speakers low [Outro] Take the long way home Let the good ride roll