(Verse 1). As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low. Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims. Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side. Smokin chronic just let me ride.
The lights shine clear through the sodium haze. The night draws near and daylight fades. Ignore the voices discard the day. For the brand new darkness for the bright new way.