West Side Hustle
Yeah, check it
Rolling down the boulevard
You already know what it is
Sun dipping down behind the palms and wire
Asphalt baking in the summer fire Hydraulics hiss at the boulevard stop
Keep both hands steady,
let the bassline drop We learned the rules before we knew the
name Respect the block,
acknowledge the terrain
The west side not a game,
no, they know the score From the harbor water to the front
porch door Keep your head on high,
put respect on the name
(Yeah, respect the name)
The west side not a game
Corner store windows with the iron bars Underneath the smog and the
fading stars Every single avenue tells a tale Where the weak grow
quiet and the strong prevail
Heavy in the cut when the engine hums Counting every beat till
the morning comes
It ain't a posture,
it ain't for show
Just ask the elders who paved the road
Every curb got a legacy to claim
Listen close now...
The west side not a game,
no, they know the score From the harbor water to the front
porch door Keep your head on high,
put respect on the name
(You know the name)
The west side not a game
All day, every day
Out here on the pavement
The west side not a game (nah,
not a
game)