Funky

(VERSE1)
Rollin’ down the block with the sun in my fade,
Candy-paint gleamin’ while the palm trees sway.
Low-ride lean, chrome spokes on the glide,
G-Funk bumpin’ out the window when I slide.
Blue sky chillin’, got my locs on tight,
Westside rhythm with that California light.
Homies on the porch, bumpin’ beats all day,
Everybody vibin’ in that L.A. way.
(HOOK)
West Coast ridin’, sunset shinin’,
Bassline smooth and the vibe stay climbin’.
Top down cruisin’, ain’t nobody wildin’,
Just that laid-back life — Cali style, we smilin’.
(VERSE2)
Barbecue smoke in the summertime air,
Old-school Chevys lined up everywhere.
Gold chains swing with the breeze on the block,
OGs tellin’ stories ‘bout the days on the clock.
Skatin’ down Venice with a boom-box blast,
Livin’ in a frame made of memories past.
G-Funk synths hummin’ like a westbound train,
Every note drippin’ sunshine straight to the brain.

rap, hip hop