Tracklist
- Line Up 3:30Verse 1Pull up, hood shiningGas in the tankWhite knuckle gripMoney in the bankTailpipe barkWhen I hit the laneBackseat fullOf the same damn flameStreet got teethAnd it knows my nameEvery curb leanPuts a spark in my veinTread so lowGot the block on edgeI don't chase luckI chase that ledgePre-ChorusHold that breathHear that roarYou want the spot?Come take that floorLights go greenHearts go wildOne more secondThen we slideChorusIt's time to line upIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameMake your nameMake your nameVerse 2Chrome on the teethAnd smoke on the tiresCrew in the cutWith the full-on fireDash lit upLike a war drum pulseEvery red lightGets a cold hard shrugFresh off the curbWith a grin so meanPaint too loudFor the sleepin' sceneCut through the blockLike a razor lineIf you blink too longThen you miss that signPre-ChorusHold that breathHear that roarYou want the spot?Come take that floorLights go greenHearts go wildOne more secondThen we slideChorusIt's time to line upIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameMake your nameMake your nameBridgeLet the whole block shakeLet the whole thing hitHands up highWhen the whip goes quickOne deep breathThen the night breaks openEvery dream you gotBetter leave it smokin'Final ChorusIt's time to line upIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameIt's time to line upIt's time to show upIt's time to rise upIt's time to earn them bandsIt's time to make your nameMake your nameMake your name
- Big Dog ComingE 2:47Verse 1Four tires biting, I’m goneTop gear, stayin’ too longMirror shake when I pull byWhole lane know my name nowChrome flash, grill too meanYou ain’t built for the speedHands locked, eyes on the prizeI don’t tap, I slide byPre-ChorusGet low, make roomHear that horn go boomBack off, don’t stallI’m a wrecking ballChorusBig dog coming throughMove your weak ass carBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass carBig dog coming throughMake that whole road partBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass carVerse 2Blacktop crawling under meTach jump, heartbeat freeTailpipe barking at the nightI’m a problem in plain sightYou can stare, I don’t careI’m already halfway thereWhite knuckles on the wheelI don’t slow for a feelPre-ChorusGet low, make roomHear that horn go boomBack off, don’t stallI’m a wrecking ballChorusBig dog coming throughMove your weak ass carBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass carBig dog coming throughMake that whole road partBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass carBridgeHorns blast, crowd roarsI’m the one they were made forLeft lane, right laneThey all break when I hit frameFinal ChorusBig dog coming throughMove your weak ass carBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass carBig dog coming throughMake that whole road partBig dog coming throughI said move your bitch ass car
- FAFOE 2:32Verse 1Chrome bite on the curb,you blink, we gone.White-knuckle grip,burn marks on the lawn.Engine screaming like a bad prayer,meltin' my palm.Face in the mirror,I look calm, but I'm not.Crew in the lane like a pack in the fog,black coupe ghosting, we cut through the block.Talk too bold, now you stuck with the lie,say my name once, watch your whole night pop.Tailpipe coughing, we trench-run fast,paint peeled back like a scar in glass.You been running that mouth all week,now your headlights shake when I swing past.Pre-ChorusCount it down, feel the floor shake,heart in my throat, but my hands stay straight.One wrong move and the whole thing snaps,say it with your chest, then watch that back.ChorusF*** around and find outF*** around and find outWe don't slow downWe just pull outF*** around and find outF*** around and find outBlacktop king nowBetter stand downVerse 2Midnight hymn with a funeral tone,graveyard bass in the payment zone.Tires sing when the asphalt bends,every corner got a price, my friend.You came for the smoke, now the smoke came back,eyes wide open when the lights go black.Racing for pride, racing for scars,racing these devils between the cars.I see fear in the rearview glare,I see hands go cold when I switch that gear.No saints here, just a cursed parade,every run we make got the same damn shade.Pre-ChorusCount it down, feel the floor shake,heart in my throat, but my hands stay straight.One wrong move and the whole thing snaps,say it with your chest, then watch that back.ChorusF*** around and find outF*** around and find outWe don't slow downWe just pull outF*** around and find outF*** around and find outBlacktop king nowBetter stand downBridgeHear that?That was your warning.Cold smoke on the windshield,no mercy in the morning.Cathedral of engines,grave dirt on the chrome,you said you wanted pressure—now you drive it home.Final ChorusF*** around and find outF*** around and find outWe don't slow downWe just pull outF*** around and find outF*** around and find outBlacktop king nowBetter stand down
- Humvee On Your AssE 2:31IntroHeadlights creepingDust in my glassIf you see us in your mirrorYou won't get a pass (nah)Verse 1Desert heat on the dashBoots muddy on the floorDog tags clink when I leanPush the pedal for moreNight vision on the dash glow greenGhosts running in a tight lineTires chew through the gravelWhite knuckles on the stop signChorusHumvee on your ass, locked and loaded (locked and loaded)You can run it to the red, but we on it (we on it)If you hear that engine roar, you’re the target we’ve chosenHumvee on your ass, locked and loadedVerse 2Camo paint chipped, still meanBumper inches from your plateRadio spit out code wordsHeart ticking like a crateConvoy curling through the smokeI can see your hands shakeTurn the wheel, cut the lineWe the ones you can’t shakeChorusHumvee on your ass, locked and loaded (hey!)You can run it to the red, but we on it (we on it)If you hear that engine roar, you’re the target we’ve chosenHumvee on your ass, locked and loadedBridgeSirens in the far airBut we don’t slowYou can pray to any flagStill, you knowIf we’re filling up your mirrorThere’s nowhere to go (nowhere)ChorusHumvee on your ass, locked and loaded (locked and loaded)You can run it to the red, but we on it (we on it)If you hear that engine roar, you’re the target we’ve chosenHumvee on your ass, locked and loaded
- Watch Me GoneE 2:23Verse 1Black BMW M3Blacked out to the teethNo chrome, just smokeWhen it pulls, you see meHands locked lowEyes on the lineOne lane, one runI don’t waste timePre-ChorusHear that snarlThen the hush (M Power...)Feet go downThen I rush (Verschwinde!)No blink nowKeep it tightWhen I leaveI’m outta sight (Weg!)ChorusWatch me, watch me, watch me (Nicht blinzeln!)Don’t blink, I’m gone (Weg!)Watch me, watch me, watch me (Schwarzer M3!)I’m already on (Blackout!)Blacked out M3Cutting through the night (King der Nacht!)Watch me, watch me, watch me (Unsichtbar!)Disappear in flight (Verschwinde!)Verse 2Two doors, mean lookBlack on black framePulling straight heatWhile they yell my nameNo corners, no gamesJust grip and goShift so cleanMake the whole block knowYou stare too longYou miss the moveI’m past that lineBefore you proveSchwarzer M3, getönt bis zum Glas (Schwarzer M3!)Kein Chrome, nur Matt – ich komm und ich passNachts auf der Straße, ein Schatten im Schwarz (Blackout!)Du starrst zu lange, schon bin ich im nächsten AktM Power im Blut, der Sound geht tief rein (M Power!)Turbo spooled, und die Lichter sind kleinGrip wie Eisen, kein Rutschen, kein SpielEin Run, ein Sieg – dann verschwinde ich still (Verschwinde!)Blackout Ghost, unsichtbar im Drive (Unsichtbar!)Du hörst nur den Sound, dann bin ich nicht mehr liveKein Wort, kein Blick – ich lass dich zurückSchwarzer M3, King der Nacht, blick mich nicht an (King der Nacht!)BridgeRun it backIf you canI’m a blurIn your hands (Blitzschnell!)One clean passThen I fade (Ghost...)Blackout ghostOn the grade (Unsichtbar...)ChorusWatch me, watch me, watch me (Nicht blinzeln!)Don’t blink, I’m gone (Weg!)Watch me, watch me, watch me (Schwarzer M3!)I’m already on (Blackout!)Blacked out M3Cutting through the night (King der Nacht!)Watch me, watch me, watch me (Unsichtbar!)Disappear in flight (Verschwinde!)
- Iron HorseE 3:48IntroNobody moveNobody breatheIron horse comingDown the boulevardVerse 1Sun cuts the hood like a desert bladeFastback shadow rolling through the shade428 Cobra Jet, born mean and loudAin’t no finish line when she’s running proudHands locked on the wheel, eyes locked on the roadEvery other car already turned to ghostWord moved fast when the engine caughtThe Mustang pulled up — the strip went softDust on the fenders, fire in the grilleThis ain’t just a race, this a final willCrowd goes quiet when she idles lowLike the whole damn street already knowsPre-ChorusOne foot on the clutchOne eye on the flagEverything you builtAbout to turn to ashChorusIron horse, iron horseRunning through the boulevardIron horse, iron horseGod himself would not get farYou can run to the redYou can pray to the steelIron horse never stopsIron horse never kneelsVerse 2Challenger rolled up thinking he’s the lawCorvette on the side with that hungry jawEverybody’s got a story, everybody’s got a nameIron horse don’t care — she came to claimScar on the door from a race back in ’68Grandfather’s hands built something that don’t breakLegacy running through every valve and springWhen she opens up, the whole block singsTumbleweed drifting past the starting lineEvery soul watching, reading every signFlag drops slow like a Western duelOnly one leaves standing — that’s the rulePre-ChorusOne foot on the clutchOne eye on the flagEverything they builtAlready turning to ashChorusIron horse, iron horseRunning through the boulevardIron horse, iron horseGod himself would not get farYou can run to the redYou can pray to the steelIron horse never stopsIron horse never kneelsBridgeShe’s been through the smokeShe’s been through the rainEvery scar on her bodyCarries someone’s nameNo trophy, no crownJust the road and the roarIron horse don’t stopThat’s what iron is forFinal ChorusIron horse, iron horseRunning through the boulevardIron horse, iron horseGod himself would not get farYou can run to the redYou can pray to the steelIron horse never stopsIron horse never kneelsOutroDust settlingCrowd silentOne car rollingDown the boulevard
- Sleeper on the LineE 2:35Verse 1Rust on the bumperPrimer gray, one headlightParked by the corner storeBlends in with the cheap ridesPocket full of tip moneyGas smell on my work shirtThey laugh at the old platesI smile, let the clutch workChorusSleeper on the line, they don’t see it (nah)Hundred down the block, I just leave ’em (skrrt)Stock wheels, stock paint, but I mean itI turned this broke boy dream to a demonSleeper on the line, I stay schemin’Pink slips, side bets, yeah I need itTalk big, but they choke when I beam itI turned this broke boy dream to a demonVerse 2Cash on the hood, that’s rentLight hits, heartbeat jumpsHe’s got chrome, loud wrap, big talkI got gears, calm hands, cold lungsFlag drop, I hook firstHe’s stuck in the spin and smokeI’m three cars out by half streetWhole crowd goes quiet like a chokeChorusSleeper on the line, they don’t see it (nah)Hundred down the block, I just leave ’em (gone)Stock wheels, stock paint, but I mean itI turned this broke boy dream to a demonSleeper on the line, I stay schemin’Pink slips, side bets, yeah I need itTalk big, but they choke when I beam itI turned this broke boy dream to a demonBridgeGrandma’s old key on the ring, still swingin’ (still swingin’)Used to just pray it would start, now it’s winnin’ (yeah)Lost some nights, ran low, kept diggin’Now every blocked-off lane, that’s my businessChorusSleeper on the line, they don’t see itHundred down the block, I just leave ’emStock wheels, stock paint, but I mean itI turned this broke boy dream to a demonSleeper on the line, I stay schemin’Pink slips, side bets, yeah I need itTalk big, but they choke when I beam itI turned this broke boy dream to a demon
- Wheels in the HoodE 2:24IntroKids on the block goround and roundround and roundround and roundKids on the block goround and roundall through the hood (yeah)Verse 1Wheels on the whip go spin on the curbShorty in the backseat twistin’ her wordsPass that bag, that cash, that workLife in a loop, gotta watch that turnMama in the window prayin’ I changeChain on my neck, still feel these chainsBlink and you miss it, blink and you fadeOne wrong street, that’s the rest of your days (uh)ChorusWheels in the hood go round and roundRound and round, round and roundTryna stay up, don’t hit that groundAll through the hood, yeahDreams in the trunk go up and downUp and down, up and downHope in my chest, that thumpin’ soundAll through the hood, yeah (woo)Verse 2Homie hit my phone say “slide, it’s hot”Eyes on the corner, mind on the clockSirens in the air like it’s part of the songEvery lil’ kid learn right from wrongBus stop bench where we planned our escapeNow it’s just names and a picture and tapeLaughs from the past still ring in my headEvery empty seat feel like someone dead (dang)ChorusWheels in the hood go round and roundRound and round, round and roundTryna stay up, don’t hit that groundAll through the hood, yeahDreams in the trunk go up and downUp and down, up and downHope in my chest, that thumpin’ soundAll through the hood, yeah (all through the hood)
- Top Down To The Tide 3:15Verse 1Top down, hair wildWe pull up in the sandChrome grin on the grillePalm trees in my plansTwo queens in the backseatLaughin' at the breezeI got mud on my bootsBut I move like I pleasePre-ChorusGassed up, tanned upBaby, check the laneWhole town lookin' backWhen we swing through the flameShe said, "Take me south"I said, "Hold that pose"We out past the marshWhere the salt wind blowsChorusTop down to the tideYeah, we ridin' all dayTop down to the tideLet the whole crowd swayBeach run, fast laneWe don't ever slow downTop down to the tideTell 'em who run this townVerse 2White sand on the fendersSun glarin' off the hoodShe sippin' sweet teaSayin' this feels goodI shift through the curvesLet the engine sing lowFrom the county line bridgeTo the blue Gulf glowShe lean in closeSay my name real slowThen we hit that stretchAnd let the whole thing goPre-ChorusGassed up, tanned upBaby, check the laneWhole town lookin' backWhen we swing through the flameShe said, "Take me south"I said, "Hold that pose"We out past the marshWhere the salt wind blowsChorusTop down to the tideYeah, we ridin' all dayTop down to the tideLet the whole crowd swayBeach run, fast laneWe don't ever slow downTop down to the tideTell 'em who run this townBridgeMoon on the waterChrome on the shoreShe said one more rideSo I gave her moreWe came up from the red dirtDown to that foam lineThree hearts in the cabinOne sweet finish lineChorusTop down to the tideYeah, we ridin' all dayTop down to the tideLet the whole crowd swayBeach run, fast laneWe don't ever slow downTop down to the tideTell 'em who run this town
- That's What I ThoughtE 2:33IntroPull up slow…Let 'em look…Yeah…Verse 1Blacked out Escalade sitting on 26sTinted so dark you don't know what existsValet looking nervous when I hand him the keysSix figures on the lot pulling up with easeCustom interior, cream on the seatsWhole block stops when I roll through the streetsSound system knocking like an argument outsideEvery head turning when the convoy slidePre-ChorusI look in the back, all I see is bitchesYou look in the backAll you see is…Yeah… that's what I thoughtChorusCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesVerse 2Moonroof open, city lights aboveEverybody in my section living goodReservations waiting when we pull to the spotSecurity waving, yeah they know what we gotChrome on the mirrors catching every lightTen deep moving like we own the nightYou still warming up your backseat aloneSome people ride different, some people ride homePre-ChorusI look in the back, all I see is bitchesYou look in the backAll you see is…Yeah… that's what I thoughtChorusCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesBridgeDifferent level, different vehicleDifferent backseat, that's not coincidentalYou built different or you built basicEither you're riding or you're just adjacentFinal ChorusCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesCaddi full of bitchesPocket full of richesCrew ain't no snitchesOutroYeah…Check your backseat…Then check back with me…
- Supra NightsE 3:14IntroYeah… twin turbo whine in the darkSupra on the prowl, let’s spark it upVerse 1Midnight canvas, paint shining blackWidebody kit, stance sitting low and fat2JZ heart beating under the hoodForged internals, pushing more than it shouldRoll up to the line, crowd going wildHeadlights flashing like a thousand smilesShe purrs real quiet then lets out that screamTurbo spool hitting like a fever dreamPre-ChorusClutch in, foot down, no hesitationWhite smoke rising from the elevation[Chorus] – (chant-worthy hook)Supra nights, we own the stripHundred on the dash, never lose the gripTwin turbo boost, hear the engine ripSupra nights, we own the strip!Steel in my pocket, fingers still itchin’Launch control ready, tires start twitchin’Blue lights coming? We already ghostin’Supra nights, we own the strip!Verse 2Gearbox singing when I slam secondThird and fourth, the whole block gets wreckedAin’t no import, this the king of the scene2JZ legend, living out the dreamShorty in the passenger, hair in the windLaughing loud every time the boost kicks inWe weave through traffic like it’s a gameSupra tail lights leaving flames in the framePre-ChorusClutch in, foot down, no hesitationWhite smoke rising from the elevationChorusSupra nights, we own the stripHundred on the dash, never lose the gripTwin turbo boost, hear the engine ripSupra nights, we own the strip!Steel in my pocket, fingers still itchin’Launch control ready, tires start twitchin’Blue lights coming? We already ghostin’Supra nights, we own the strip!BridgeOne more run, neon lights blurRedline calling, everything’s a blurShe grabs my arm, says “push it harder”This Supra life — we living for the thunderFinal ChorusSupra nights! (Supra nights!) We own the stripHundred on the dash, never lose the grip (never!)Twin turbo boost, hear the engine ripSupra nights! We own the strip!Steel in my pocket, fingers still itchin’ (itchin’!)Launch control ready, tires start twitchin’Blue lights coming? We already ghostin’Supra nights… yeah, we own the strip!
- GodzillaE 3:59IntroBorn banned…They said keep it overseasBut legends don't wait on paperwork…Let it breatheGojira…Verse 1Bayside blue, rolling through the midnight fogRB26 bark louder than a godTwin turbos whistle like a warning shotATTESA locked in, grip what others forgotImport plates but the soul's from YokohamaPull up on the strip, whole crowd gets quieterTwenty-five years before they let it throughNow it's stateside haunting everything you doThey called it Godzilla, now you see whyZero to a hundred while your dreams still tryNismo tune, the boost is set to animalSix cylinders spitting something spiritualRev it up… rev it up…Kaiten! Kaiten!Whole block froze when the Skyline cut…HookHear the Skyline scream! (Sukairain!)Fear the Skyline dream! (Gojira!)Hear the Skyline scream! (Sukairain no sakebi!)Fear the Skyline dream! (Jiyū no yume!)Turbo spooled, taillights gone, you know what that means (Tābo supūru!)Hear the Skyline scream! (Sukairain!)Fear the Skyline dream! (Gojira!)Verse 2Wangan bred but the streets are all the sameYellow lines bleed when the R34 cameThey ran Supras, they ran Evos, they ran everythingNobody clocked the blue ghost till the turbos singGrip so perfect it feels like cheatingFour wheels pulling while your confidence leavingBoost gauge climbing like a prayer going upRedline hit and the night opens upUnderground whispers turned to open legendsYou don't race a Skyline, you just chase your reckoningTwenty years waiting on that 25-year lawNow the beast is free and the streets got a scarR34、横浜生まれの伝説RB26の怒り、ゴジラと呼ばれた二十五年待って、海を越えた夢今アメリカで、自由に走る青い影湾岸の夜、ターボの歌が聞こえるスープラもエボも、皆追い越してきたATTESAロック、完璧なグリップで夢を掴んで、闇を切り裂くブーストゲージ昇る、祈りのようにレッドラインまで、魂を燃やして禁じられた獣、今解き放たれたスカイラインの叫び、世界に響くSukairain no sakebi…BridgeThere's a reason they banned it…A machine this perfect shouldn't exist…But here it is…And here we are…Final DropHear the Skyline scream! (Sukairain! Sakebe!)Fear the Skyline dream! (Gojira! Hashire!)Hear the Skyline scream! (Sukairain no sakebi!)Fear the Skyline dream! (Jiyū da!)Turbo spooled, taillights gone, you know what that means (Tābo supūru!)Whole city silent when the Skyline gleams! (Yokohama!)OutroYeah…Born banned… (Kinjirareta…)Now it's free… (Jiyū ni…)R34… (R San Yon…)Forever… (Eien ni…)Gojira… Sukairain… Tābo… Jiyū…
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