(Intro)
Yeah…
West side, late ‘80s into the ‘90s
Palm trees, chrome rims, tape deck knockin’
Let it ride
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(Verse 1)
Cruisin’ down the strip with the windows cracked,
808 thump from the trunk in the back,
Gold sun sinkin’ in the L.A. haze,
Every corner got a story from the ruthless days.
Chuck Taylors dusty, khakis creased just right,
White tee glowin’ under amber streetlight,
OGs posted up, givin’ game, no rush,
Learn the code of the coast before you speak too much.
Lowrider dip when the hydraulics hiss,
Candy paint drip like a West Coast kiss,
Radio blastin’, DJ cuttin’ the funk,
Every beat got soul, every rhyme got trunk.
Sirens sing harmony with the night air,
Dreams in the distance, danger right there,
From backyard parties to the county line,
We hustle for tomorrow, one verse at a time.
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(Hook)
West Coast breeze with the beat laid back,
Slow roll rhythm make the whole world crack,
From the curb to the coast where the palm trees sway,
Old school West ride, let it play, let it play.
Sunset glow on the chrome so clean,
Every block know exactly what we mean,
It’s a long, cool ride with the bass down low,
That West Coast life — yeah, you already know.
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(Verse 2)
G-funk whistle slide through the summer night,
Funk bassline heavy but the feelin’ light,
Barbecue smoke in the air, laughs loud,
Neighborhood proud, never lost in the crowd.
Mixtape hustle, pass it hand to hand,
Every verse testimony from the concrete land,
No rush in the flow, let the story breathe,
Every word earned, every rhyme believed.
From Compton blocks to the beachside flame,
Different streets, but the soul the same,
We paint pictures vivid like a mural wall,
Life got highs, but the lows hit hard.
Still we ride smooth, keep the head up straight,
Eyes on the future but we honor the greats,
West Coast legacy carved in the sound,
Slow jam rap when the sun go down.
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(Hook)
West Coast breeze with the beat laid back,
Slow roll rhythm make the whole world crack,
From the curb to the coast where the palm trees sway,
Old school West ride, let it play, let it play.
Sunset glow on the chrome so clean,
Every block know exactly what we mean,
It’s a long, cool ride with the bass down low,
That West Coast life — yeah, you already know.
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(Outro)
So when the night fall warm and the sky turn gold,
And the stories of the streets get quietly told,
Let the beat ride out, let the speakers coast,
Old school forever — West side to the most.
Yeah…
West Coast.
Steven30
