Pacific Coast Glide

(Intro)
Yeah…
Slide with it
West coast sunset vibes
Let that bass breathe

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(Verse 1)
Rollin’ down the boulevard, top back lean,
Palm trees swayin’ like they part of the scene,
Gold sky meltin’ in the ocean view,
Whole city glow when the bass come through.

Khakis creased sharp, white tee fresh,
Low ride glide with the chrome all blessed,
808 knock got the trunk on quake,
Every move smooth like a shoreline wave.

OG wisdom from the corner store,
Game get passed like a classic four,
Neighborhood rhythm in the way I talk,
Slow cadence flow with a confident walk.

Windows down, let the breeze drift in,
Life move easy when the vibe stay zen,
From the block to the pier where the night lights shine,
West coast state of mind in every rhyme.

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(Hook)
Slide, slide, let the G-funk play,
Sunset bounce at the end of the day,
Laid back groove with the beat so wide,
West coast livin’ on a smooth slow ride.

Dip real low when the bassline hit,
Cruise all night, never trip, don’t slip,
From the city to the shore where the cool winds blow,
That old school flavor — yeah, we let it flow.

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(Verse 2)
Backyard function with the barbecue smoke,
Laughs in the air every time we joke,
Speakers hum with that soulful sound,
Whole block vibin’ when the drums come round.

No rush livin’, just stack and build,
Stay true to the code, keep the heart fulfilled,
Every verse like a toast to the coast,
Respect to the ones who did it the most.

Streetlights flicker but the mood stay bright,
California stars in the velvet night,
From the avenue lanes to the sandy edge,
Every dream big when you make that pledge.

Keep it cool, keep it real, keep it player for life,
Balance in the hustle, peace in the strife,
When the beat ride out and the night move slow,
West coast forever — let the whole world know.

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(Hook)
Slide, slide, let the G-funk play,
Sunset bounce at the end of the day,
Laid back groove with the beat so wide,
West coast livin’ on a smooth slow ride.

Dip real low when the bassline hit,
Cruise all night, never trip, don’t slip,
From the city to the shore where the cool winds blow,
That old school flavor — yeah, we let it flow.

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(Outro)
Yeah…
Let the record spin
Pacific breeze, palm trees
West side energy — smooth forever.

West Coast, Old School, Hip-Hop, 90s, male, Snoop Dogg