[Intro – Laid-back male voice, Westcoast drawl]
Uh...
Yeah, yeah – you know what time it is
Put that sun in the sky, roll them windows down
Westside in the building
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[Verse 1]
Back in the ride, seat lean, eyes low
Palm trees wavin’, that Westside glow
Gold on my soul, still crisp in my tone
Whole crew eatin', but I did it alone
This ain’t luck, nah, this that work
From the sidewalk dreams to the real concert
Lowrider bounce when I speak that truth
Old-school feel with a jetpack boost
Talk smooth like Nate, got that calm in my flex
Keys still talkin’, ain’t no need for a text
I ain’t chasin’ no cloud, I just cruise on beats
Let the sun do the shine while I move these streets
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[Hook – Talkbox-style or female funk vocals, bouncy and catchy]
Westside made me, never fake me
Cruisin’ slow, let the rhythm take me
Sunset rides with the funk so wavy
Keys in the back and the game can't shake me
(*Adlibs: “Uhh, slide wit’ it… bounce wit’ it…”)
(Hook repeats with claps and bass lift)
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[Verse 2]
Still in the zone with a whole new page
Same old kicks but a boss new stage
Grew from the grit, now I move with grace
Like I moonwalk through the hardest place
Stacks in the mind, not just in the bank
G-code livin’, got the real ones to thank
Never sold my soul, just polished the vibe
Now my story’s in the beat and the wheels that slide
From Compton thoughts to worldwide drive
From boombox dreams to a live archive
They said stay in line, I said "bet that", left
Now I write blueprints with a Westside breath
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[Hook – Repeat, bigger sound, more layered vocals]
Westside made me, never fake me
Cruisin’ slow, let the rhythm take me
Sunset rides with the funk so wavy
Keys in the back and the game can't shake me
(*Adlibs: “Yeahh... West don’t sleep... we just ride smoother…”)
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[Bridge – Spoken, relaxed with talkbox FX]
It’s more than a sound – it’s the way we live
From them Chuck Taylors to them backseat trips
From beats in the trunk to respect in the lane
West made me, now I'm carved in the grain
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[Outro – Piano solo with bass fade-out]
Keep bouncin’, Brudi
Keys talk loud – but the silence says more...
Westside out.
MaryJane420
