Westcoast

Yo, check it, this the Westside, real talk, no cap,
From L.A. to the Bay, we be ridin' with the trap,
Gritty streets, where the hustle never sleep,
Stay true to the roots, roots run deep.  
Ami-rap, we the voice of the block,
Never fake, never switch, we just tickin’ like a clock,
From Compton to Oakland, stories they don’t tell,
Keep it one hundred, got that West Coast spell.  
Rollin' in the ride, top down, feel the breeze,
808 bumpin', got you weak in the knees,
Diamonds and gold, yeah, we shinin’ so bright,
Lights in the city, turnin’ up all night.  
From the weed smoke clouds to the palm trees sway,
We livin’ that life, every night and day,
Hustle on the grind, never slack, never fold,
West Coast legends, tales that we told.  
Chorus:
This is the club, we glow, we ball, we ride,
East to the West, got the whole city high,
Drop that bass, let it shake the whole block,
We the kings of the night, never stoppin’, non-stop.  
Stackin' my chips, stay low, stay fly,
From the street to the club, we touch the sky,
Authentic, real, never fake, never switch,
This that true West, get your hands in the mix.  
Outro:
So when you hear that West Coast sound,
Know we the kings, wearin’ the crown,
From dusk till dawn, we keep it lit,
This the real deal, never counterfeit. 

Ultra-clean West Coast trap with heavy bass, catchy melodies, and a hypnotic hook, designed to get the club poppin’.