G-Funk Chronicles

(yeah) (West Coast connection)

They love to talk about the business in the dark Signing contracts

in the VIP behind the park But the ink dries different when

the cash gets thin And everybody wants to play the game to

win (uh-huh) Now they lookin' at me with that industry side-eye But

they never see the hustle from the high rise

Everybody wants a verse till the lights come on

Everybody claims they ride till the money is gone

(that's right) But we keep the swing heavy on the boulevard

While they playin' roles trying to act hard

I keep my circle small,

my vision on the prize No room for compromises,

no room for lies They want the verse but they don't want

the grind

Left 'em all behind on the Pacific line

(boulevard bounce)

Now the bass is bumping and the drums are tight We keeping

it moving through the California night

Everybody wants a verse till the lights come on

Everybody claims they ride till the money is gone

(yeah) But we keep the swing heavy on the boulevard

While they playin' roles trying to act hard

Yeah, when the lights come on...

(where they at?) (nowhere)