Lyrics

[Hook]
Ghost ride the whip, let it slide, let it dip,
Windows down, trunk knockin’ like a full clip.
Hit the sideshow, tires screamin’ on the strip,
Bass so loud, make the rearview flip.

7th Street racin’, engines roar in the dark,
Gas to the pedal, leavin' trails and marks.
We was young, wild, livin’ like no tomorrow,
Laughin' while the boys in blue tried to follow.

[Verse 1]
Saturday night, fresh fit, gold grill gleam,
Chrome spin slow while we rollin’ through the scene.
Manor Bowl meetup, then we dip out fast,
Redwood with no lights, just foot on the gas.

Pulled to the curb, let the door swing wide,
Hop out, ghost ride, arms wave, we glide.
Back in the whip, swervin' like a dance floor,
Hit the sideshow, crowd yellin’ "Give us more!"

[Verse 2]
Cisco and Boones in the cup, we lit,
Rims still spinnin’ while we talkin’ our s**t.
Oakland lookout, got the city on view,
Talkin’ dreams, burnin’ rubber like the boys in blue.

Seen them cherries flash? We ain’t scared of the chase,
Turn the corner tight, disappear without a trace.
We was just kids, no rules, all gas,
Every night felt like it could be our last.

[Hook]
Ghost ride the whip, let it slide, let it dip,
Windows down, trunk knockin’ like a full clip.
Hit the sideshow, tires screamin’ on the strip,
Bass so loud, make the rearview flip.

7th Street racin’, engines roar in the dark,
Gas to the pedal, leavin' trails and marks.
We was young, wild, livin’ like no tomorrow,
Laughin' while the boys in blue tried to follow.

[Bridge]
It was scraper season, candy paint and dreams,
Mobbin’ deep through the town, whole crew on the team.
Hit the Ave, then the pool hall down the way,
Feelin’ bulletproof, just tryna seize the day.

[Verse 3]
Now I look back, damn those nights were gold,
Stories still slap every time they’re told.
From the town to the valley, we made our mark,
Lit up the streets and danced in the dark.

Still hear the bass when I ride alone,
Echo of freedom in that slappin’ tone.
A toast to the youth that we used to be,
Forever hyphy, forever carefree.

[Hook – Final]
Ghost ride the whip, let it slide, let it dip,
Windows down, trunk knockin’ like a full clip.
Hit the sideshow, tires screamin’ on the strip,
Bass so loud, make the rearview flip.

7th Street racin’, engines roar in the dark,
Gas to the pedal, leavin' trails and marks.
We was young, wild, livin’ like no tomorrow,
Bay boy forever, born to ride through the sorrow.