Гимн Западного Побережья (G-Funk)

Sun going down over the palm trees, rolling on dubs Avoiding the sirens, hitting the local clubs The funk is heavy in the trunk, making the chassis shake You gotta watch your back for every move you make I got my brothers in the ride, throwing up the sign We drinking liquor, leaving all the stress behind But paranoia creeping in, I keep my vision clear Cause in this concrete jungle, everybody living in fear. Still I rise, hitting switches on the boulevard Living fast, playing every single hand like a wildcard. Rolling through the city where the heat don’t stop Drop the top, let the heavy bass drop It’s the west side groove, yeah we making a move Got nothing to lose and everything to prove! Ride with me, slide with me. I pour a little liquor for the ones who passed away We fighting for survival each and every single day The system set us up to fail, but we broke the chain I turn my anger and my struggle to a lyrical rain They wanna see me in a cell or laying in the dirt But I’m a soldier, I’m accustomed to the pain and the hurt So hit the pedal, let the engine roar, let the tires spin We going all the way, we playing to win. Rolling through the city where the heat don’t stop Drop the top, let the heavy bass drop It’s the west side groove, yeah we making a move Got nothing to lose and everything to prove!