West Coast Flow

Cruisin' down the boulevard, I see the palm trees sway, Golden rays hit my face, feel the Cali sun's embrace, In the land of dreams, where the hustlers find their place, Every corner holds a story, every block's a paper chase. From the Compton roots where the real ones f***in' rise, In the city of angels, where the truth never hides, With the ocean breeze, hear the whispers of the wise, In the land of ambition, where the limits touch the skies. Echoes of the streets, hear the tales of the lost, In the west coast life, where the lines often cross, With the rhythm of the night, every soul pays the cost, In the city of dreams, where the f***in' dice are tossed. Cali nights, bright lights, where the legends are born, In the shadows of the night, hear the cries of the scorned, With the beats of the heart, every soul is reborn,