(Intro)
Yeah…
Roll it up, lay it back, let the breeze talk…
West Coast in the house, nephew…
Uh-huh… smooth like that…
(Verse 1)
Slide through the block with the top peeled slow,
Sunset vibes while the whole town glow.
Candy-paint drippin’ like the beat on the low,
Bass so thick make the whole street roll.
Blue Chuck Taylors, white tee stay clean,
Palm trees swingin’ like they part of my team.
OG lean with the mind on green,
G-funk bumpin’ like a West Coast dream.
Laid-back steppin’, never rushin’ my pace,
Crooked little smile with a cool calm face.
If drama wanna talk, it can stay in its place—
’Cause I’m chillin’ in the cut, too smooth for the chase.
(Hook)
I’m just ridin’ in the low breeze,
Feelin’ that West Coast ease—
Where the sunshine kiss and the vibe don’t freeze,
Yeah, I’m cruisin’ where the world moves slow.
Got that old-school G-funk,
Hit the switch, let the ride jump—
From the LBC streets to wherever I roam,
This that smooth drawl flow, let it go…
(Verse 2)
Backseat vibes while the moon rise high,
Streetlights blink like they wink when I slide.
Cool-as-ice tone when I talk that ride,
No stress, no mess, keep the peace on my side.
Gold chain swingin’, but the mind stay grown,
Gave the game love, now the grind came home.
Respect in the hood ’cause I earn what I own,
Still chillin’ on the throne with a laid-back tone.
Smoke in the air but the vision stay clear,
Real ones beside me, no phonies over here.
If life hit hard, I just switch that gear—
Turn the volume up and let the good vibe steer.
(Hook)
I’m just ridin’ in the low breeze,
Feelin’ that West Coast ease—
Where the sunshine kiss and the vibe don’t freeze,
Yeah, I’m cruisin’ where the world moves slow.
Got that old-school G-funk,
Hit the switch, let the ride jump—
From the LBC streets to wherever I roam,
This that smooth drawl flow, let it go…
(Bridge)
Chrome rims spinnin’ like a record on play,
Another perfect night on a West Coast day.
Good smoke, good beats, good vibes on the way—
Let the world keep rushin’, I’ll be ridin’ my way…
(Outro)
Yeah… smooth motion.
Low and slow, nephew.
West Coast forever…
And we out…
