Cruise Mode 101 (2023 Remaster)

[Verse 1: Meta Mo]

Yo, I'm feelin' 16 all lovin' on mate

Rip through your fiber glass shapes slick metallic coded so what

Im smoking corinorics all up in my car rollin' with

Six limited editions, only one in creation it's so hot

When I hit urban blocks it shot cease

69 causin' caprice

Modeling makes what intimidates for jackers that tell the truth

Bulletproof, sunroofed and black-tinted

Double O' 6, crashing sights of heaven

Hit the night like a club

Where tripods contain four fours

Thin forged and fast getaway astrays, even if embraced

All again phased

On the streets blaring dangerous beats

Blistered ex-mystery trauma I've known it

Legend has it Moses is full on his own

Is it heaven or hell wails?

Summer bands around from Melle Mel to drug deals

Make note of headbang slaves

They've agreed to push me, throw me, and rape me

Take me zero to sixty plug, but waste

The race the insatiable taste

But burn rubber and smoke, make a cop choke

Cuff me if you can law man

Toppin' 10, in the sweat is this like the Dallas metaphysic

Piece of molten black Lambourghini, try to catch it

[Hook: Meta Mo]

Clipping your whip bra on your shoulder

Breaking the law nothing to lose molten cruise

Blitzkrieg speed, burn rubber and smoke you with the dust

Limit ya speed, sinking ship I'm breaking down the clutch

Clipping your whip bra on your shoulder

Breaking the law nothing to lose molten cruise

Blitzkrieg speed, burn rubber and smoke you with the dust

Limit ya speed, sinking ship I'm breaking down the clutch

[Verse 2: Lumba Blackwood]

Blackened leather interior hugging the lovely sweet ass

Whenever I'm broke I play a blast, duckin' my ass

Parked wheels operations blast too hard

Pull me under the two couples in the front, slowly pull up

At an event, passengers here cause of my tape

Won't even speak on my phone

My paint job alone is enough to make all of us squint

That's right, midnight black Chevrolet suburban truck, motive truck

My chassis looks like it's been tipped with a tuck, ha

Maintenance is just to up fill up my tank and lost patience

With the benefits my pockets always making you ladies entranced

I'm turning those wheels hit the pedal hear the brother squeal (Ohh!)

Stop me at a light, my front end all balled up

Even at dark I look ready to bomb

Sprawled my ignition through ejection or adrenaline is pissed is init

Doors splittin' wild sittin' on 20s they clean loud

Mean sounds, welcome to my 10 pound

Now the wheels here in the streets, they're far from sweet

Hard to beat against white snow, or summer heat

These ain't cheap seats, we rolling in the elite

Snooze off, and park my feet on my dash

Extreme mode I'm fast and brash (AH! AH! AH!)

Extreme mode I'm fast and brash, swore I won't crash

I won't crash!

[Hook: Meta Mo]

Clipping your whip bra on your shoulder

Breaking the law nothing to lose molten cruise

Blitzkrieg speed, burn rubber and smoke you with the dust

Limit ya speed, sinking ship I'm breaking down the clutch

Clipping your whip bra on your shoulder

Breaking the law nothing to lose molten cruise

Blitzkrieg speed, burn rubber and smoke you with the dust

Limit ya speed, sinking ship I'm breaking down the clutch

[Outro: Lumba Blackwood]

It's crazy yo, it's crazy up in this mothafucker man!

I'm losing it too, we losing it up in here!

Oh shit! Watch the fuck out!

Yo what the fuck is that?!?

I've been getting fucked up!

I been fucked up and lost my mothafuckin mind yo!

Oh shit...