Ghost Ride The Beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up slow system rattle in the curb Bassline heavy make the whole block swerve Night air thick with the smell of the street Everybody outside when the drums start to beat Old heads noddin' cause they know what it's for This that rhythm that the speakers can't hide West Coast knockin' on the midnight ride Street lights flicker on the chrome of the car Every black party turnin' into a bar If the beat drop once, watch the crowd ignite Whole town movin' through the heat of the night Shout a chant Ghost ride to beat Ghost ride to beat Ghost ride to beat, let the bass slide now Step out the ride When the drums hit hard, watch the whole crowd rise, watch the whole crowd rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, Speaker's booming in the trunk like thunder Bassline rolling, make the pavement wonder If the DJ cut the beat, watch the crowd demand Bring it right back with the slap on the snare Ghost ride the beat Ghost ride the beat, let the bassline roar Step out the ride Let the whole crowd roar Ghost ride the beat Turn the speakers high, when the rhythm drop Watch the whole town fly