O Block Chronicles

Yeah, we talking block to block

From the West Coast breeze to the midwest wind

(uh-huh) Yeah

West side riders we don't ever stop Sending respect all the way

to O Block From the palms to the bricks the connection deep

While the city rests we don't ever sleep (no sleep)

Cruising down the avenue,

gold rims spinning Different coast,

same struggle, we just trying to be winning They talk about the

blocks where the sirens hum Where the concrete is cold and the

winters numb We keep the engine hot,

we keep the vision clear Bridges built across the map from there

to here

(yeah, all the way)

Shout out to the Parkway,

standing on the curb From the Pacific waters to the corner where

they heard The stories of the struggle,

the rhythm of the pain Two different zip codes,

dancing in the rain (straight up) We make the music knock,

we make the pavement shake Real recognize real,

no room for the fake

West side riders we don't ever stop Sending respect all the way

to O Block From the palms to the bricks the connection deep

While the city rests we don't ever sleep (yeah,

we keep it moving) Coast to coast,

we build the bridge

No matter where you live,

block to block

(hahaha) From the coast to the block,

we stand tall

Yeah, representing that interstate connection

O Block to the Pacific crest

Keep it rolling (hummmmm)