West Coast Funk ft. Raywall & Anderson Mac Lyrics

Rag top down, lean back in the Cadillac

Raider fitted on with the brim flipped back

Dormant for a minute, I've been waiting on the right track

And then the bass kicked in

Now guess who's back

It's a California thing guess you would've had to been there

A whole different scene, blue cookies in the air

Bomb weed and Hennessy

Blowing on the smoke rings

40 paved the way I carved my name in the concrete

It's still H Block everywhere that I go

I'm loyal to the soil even when I'm not in Frisco

I'm riding for The Bay until the day I die

Stand guard for the city yeah I keep a close eye

Paisano power moves running up and down the coast

You tried to keep up, you didn't even come close

Y'all know what's going on with Arcadian Wade

It's the North Park mob taking over The Bay baby

Old school bangers, that's what I brought

Got the bass bumping out of my trunk

Cruising down the boulevard puffing on skunk

To keep them all rocking to that West Coast funk

I'll be riding, sliding, dipping and yoking

Know I stay in LA but I'm fucking with Oakland

Double G around my waist so you know what I'm toting

I don't need no gang boy I slide by my lonesome

I slide on anybody, give a fuck who it is

I'm only tripping about my money, boy, I handle my biz

If you fucking with the opps, shit, it is what it is

And if you need to hit my line, boy, I handle it quick

I got this bad little thing and she hop up on the dick

Got the DSLs on her, I can tell by the lip

Keep it on me where I go, boy, I ain't gonna slip

And all my money stay blue like I do it for Nip

And all my stay red like I wasted a bitch

I'm on the I-5 cruising with my hand on my stick

Man, I'm fuck with my brothers

Yeah, they know what it is

And I'm T'd up while I'm throwing up thizz

Old school bangers, that's what I brought

Got the bass bumping out of my trunk

Cruising down the boulevard puffing on skunk

To keep them all rocking to that West Coast funk