Yeah… you know what it is
West coast ridin’, sun low, top down
Uh… let’s go…
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Verse 1
Cruisin’ down the block with the bass on heavy
Gold chain swingin’, and my mind stay ready
From the city where the palm trees touch the sky
We don’t talk too much, we just let it fly
Chrome rims shinin’, streets know my name
OG game, we don’t play no games
Every step I take got that hustle in my veins
Respect over fame, that’s the code we claim
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Hook (Nakarat)
From the westside shadows, we rise, we grind
Money on the table, keep the streets in mind
Lowrider dreams, under Cali skies
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, we just multiply
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Verse 2
Backseat full of beats, trunk full of fire
Every line I drop take the crowd up higher
Ghetto symphony, call me the maestro
Every move made got a code, you should know
From the Compton blocks to the L.A. lights
We built this game with our blood and fights
No fake in my step, no lie in my tone
Every brick laid was a step to the throne
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Bridge (Köprü)
Westside rollin’ with the heat in the trunk
G-funk sound make the whole block jump
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, this is our time
Real kings never bow, we forever shine
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Hook Tekrar
From the westside shadows, we rise, we grind
Money on the table, keep the streets in mind
Lowrider dreams, under Cali skies
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, we just multiply