G-Funk Legacy

Yeah, straight from the glove box...

That classic tape deck volume...

Turn it up, turn it up. (ahhh)

Rolling down the boulevard under the late night sun Where the stories

of the pavement are never quite done No script,

just the cold truth spilling from the tongue Old mixtape spinning since

the days we were young (yeah) Got the heavy bass thumping in

the back of the trunk Keeping it moving with that classic G-funk

No shortcuts, we just ride with the beat Keeping it real,

keeping watch on the street.

We keep it bouncing,

riding, living our way From the morning sunset to the break of

the day (that's right)

With the tape deck playing loud in the ride West Coast cruising

with the wind on our side.

Saw the lights in the rearview but we kept the pace steady

Every turn, every corner,

man you know we always ready Handwriting on the cassette,

marker fading to gray But the message in the music never washes

away (never) From the concrete valleys to the hills up high Underneath

that wide open golden state sky Just a kid with a dream

and a speaker that blew

Paying respects to the legends we knew.

We keep it bouncing,

riding, living our way From the morning sunset to the break of

the day (that's right)

With the tape deck playing loud in the ride West Coast cruising

with the wind on our side.

Yeah, just let the tape run out...

(ooh yeah) Keep that bounce in your step...