Prompt / Lyrics
Yeah… you know what it is West coast ridin’, sun low, top down Uh… let’s go… --- 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 --- 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 --- 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 --- 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 --- 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
Tags
rap, hip hop, trap tempo
Duration
2:12
Instrumental
No
Created
8/15/2025