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From the heart of the 818, Canoga Park’s the place,

Where the streets tell stories, every block got its face.

Latin vibes run deep, familia’s the code,

We hustle, we grind, on this Cali road.

Sunset glow on the boulevard, palm trees sway,

Cruisin’ down Sherman Way, we livin’ day by day.

Tacos on the corner, music loud, beats tight,

Spittin’ rhymes in the barrio, under city lights.

Chorus:

818, Canoga Park, we ride or die,

Latin life, pride high, reachin’ for the sky.

From the block to the top, we keep it real, no lie,

In the 818, we hustle, we fly.

Abuela’s kitchen smells like home, warm and true,

Mami’s love and strength, keepin’ dreams in view.

Cultura in our blood, rhythm in our soul,

From the barrio to the stage, we’re ready to roll.

Skateboards on the pavement, graffiti on the walls,

Latin kings and queens, answering the call.

Respect in every handshake, loyalty’s the key,

Canoga Park’s the heartbeat, where we’re meant to be.

Chorus:

818, Canoga Park, we ride or die,

Latin life, pride high, reachin’ for the sky.

From the block to the top, we keep it real, no lie,

In the 818, we hustle, we fly.

Bridge:

From the fiestas to the streets, we celebrate our roots,

Spanglish flow, mixing beats, in our fresh new suits.

Dreams bigger than the hills, shining like the stars,

Canoga Park’s the story, written in our scars.

Outro:

So here’s to the 818, where the Latin soul thrives,

In Canoga Park, we live, love, and rise.

Hip hop’s our language, the streets our stage,

In the heart of Cali, we’re writing the next page