Santana Block Don’t Stop

[Intro]
Yeah
East side
Uh
Santana block, don’t stop
[Verse 1]
Big homie FACE, that’s the truth, not a title
Pull up in that white truck, cleaner than a Bible
Parked on the curb, doors open, “You ready?”
I hop in, chain heavy, hands steady
Willi Banz in my pocket, that’s the east route
Block taught me stand tall, never peace out
Slide down the ave, windows half up
He say, “Lil bro, stack first, then you flash up”
[Chorus]
Santana block don’t stop
White truck swingin’ to the top
FACE in the front, I ride shotgun
East side with me, we already won
Santana block don’t stop
Willi Banz on me, that’s the plot
From the first light ‘til the night done
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
He say, “Watch close, I’ma show you what the grind like”
Turn a slow day to a highlight
Trips from the turf to the hills, then we slide back
Still the same ones that was posted where they died at
Taught me how to move, how to read every handshake
Who gon’ switch, who solid when the land shake
From the front porch talks to the late-night game plans
He the reason that I even really came up with these bands
[Bridge]
From the corner store runs to the big lot
Same ones yellin’ “Go!” when the risk hot
If you from the east side, throw your block up high
Do it for the ones in the sky, let it ride
[Chorus]
[Intro]
East side stories, city lights flicker bright
Movin' through the night, dreams takin' flight
[Verse 1]
From Compton to Sac, we on the grind
Block don't stop, hustle in our mind
Black rag flying, symbol of the ride
Big homie Face say we takin' what's ours tonight
[Pre-Chorus]
Switchin' lanes, Benz to Lexus, slick and clean
All about the green, chase that evergreen
Watch us back to back, living the scene
East side warriors, know what I mean
[Chorus]
Block don't stop, keep it movin' nonstop
East side pride, rise to the top
Black rag flying, never gon' drop
From Compton to Sac, we on lock
[Bridge]
Got the BANZ, got the trust, got the game
Wus up, stay true, remember the name
Never switchin' up, stay in our lane
East side legends, forever reign
[Outro]
Block don’t stop, till the dawn’s breakin'
East side journey, no fakin'
From the streets to the top, no mistakin'
Black Rag fly high, history in the makin'

rap, West Coast bounce with modern trap drums, swung hi-hats, and a rubbery sub. Male vocals riding a laid-back but charged pocket; hook gets chanty with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs. Sparse keys and a hypnotic lead line in the verses, extra percussion and crowd shouts lift the chorus. Mix keeps the vocal gritty and upfront, with wide delays on key phrases.