Dice on the Counter

Yeah

West Side rollin' at 2am

(check it, look)

Corner store run under orange streetlights Dice on the counter,

rolling for the heights Open sign buzzing,

static in the air Just a normal night,

we don't even care Got the bass bumping in the low-rider seat

Gliding down the boulevard,

riding to the beat Keep it cool,

keep it steady on the block Watching for the shadows,

ticking on the clock

We keep it rolling through the neighborhood

(yeah) Still holding down the block just like we should

(that's right) Underneath the lights we chase the dream

(ooh) West Coast living,

running with the team

Two AM, the city never really sleeps Got the hustle strong,

promises we keep Another dollar made,

another story told On these concrete streets where the nights get cold

Talkbox crying out, echoing the pain But we stand tall,

riding through the rain No games played,

just the truth we speak From the start of the grind to

the end of the week

We keep it rolling through the neighborhood

(yeah) Still holding down the block just like we should

(that's right) Underneath the lights we chase the dream (ooh)

West Coast living, running with the team

Yeah, West Coast living

Just another night

We out

(hmmm, peace)