Cali

🌴 West Coast G-Funk: Living Legend Memoir (Beat: Slow-rolling, hypnotic West Coast synth whine, deep bouncy 808 bassline, classic G-funk whistle, and heavy-snapping drums) [Intro] (Yeah... turn the beat up. Let's take it back.) Sugar skull ink stamped right across the left side. Day of the Dead face, looking back at what we survived. And I ain't neva gotta get my hands dirty back then... 'Cause a bitch knew better. Sacramento to the Coast, you already know how we played it. [Verse 1] Pavement melting underneath that California sun Tucked the piece low when the running had begun They saw the Calavera art inked across my cheek Real street queen, had the city at its peak Cruising down the boulevard, dipping through the blocks Had the riders in the back keeping watch on the clocks But my hands stayed clean, manicure looking right I was pulling all the strings while the shadows took the night Never touched the product, never fingerprinted packs Had a whole loyal army standing heavy on my backs They were rookies trying to hustle on the corner in the dirt I was the one giving orders, watching suckers get hurt. [Chorus] Day of the Dead on my face, rolling down the coast! Didn't need to touch a brick, I was running that ghost! Bitch knew better than to test a West side queen— I just leaned back while my soldiers kept it clean! Yeah, the synth whine loud and the 808s thump, Had the whole capital locked in a West side jump! Never got my hands dirty, that was amateur weight, I just sat back while they sealed up your fate! [Verse 2] Palm trees swaying, but the neighborhood froze When a real boss moved the weight on the breeze Face tatted up, looking ruthless in the rear Had them bustas backing down when my low-rider steer Ain't neva had to get my hands dirty, we were wise Had the hitters on standby right before our eyes From Sacramento down to the Bay and the L.A. Had the bag stacking heavy back in yesterday They were talking on the net, getting caught in the net I was collecting all the cash, collecting all the debt. [Outro] (Yeah...) Looking back at it now. Clean hands. Heavy power. Calavera on the face. That was our chapter. (Whistle fades out over a heavy synth bass slide)