Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, step into the sun Turn the monitors up Straight out the Golden State, you know how we do Check it [Verse 1] Chrome rims spinning down the boulevard strip Warm breeze blowing while the palm trees dip No trap snares, just a clean rim shot Heavy bass pounding till the speakers get hot Funk guitar scratching on the top of the groove Got the whole block bouncing, making everybody move Spitting tight verses with a classic flow Clear talk, real talk, everywhere I go Soak up the rhythm while the Rhodes synth glides Steering through the valley on a Sunday ride [Chorus] This is that West Coast bounce, feel the bassline roll Classic hip-hop rhythm with a whole lot of soul Hands in the air when the chorus hits the street Nod your head slow to the rhythm and the beat Yeah, feel the bassline roll Nod your head slow to the rhythm and the beat [Verse 2] Hydraulics rising on a candy paint shell Ringing up the city like a neighborhood bell Analog tape gives a warm saturation Broadcasting live to the whole damn nation Rich vocal layers in the back on key Pure golden era with the frequency Keep it cool, stay sharp, never break a sweat Best sound coming out your stereo yet [Chorus] This is that West Coast bounce, feel the bassline roll Classic hip-hop rhythm with a whole lot of soul Hands in the air when the chorus hits the street Nod your head slow to the rhythm and the beat Yeah, feel the bassline roll Nod your head slow to the rhythm and the beat [Outro] Smooth with it Keep it riding out Soulful keys to the end Yeah, West Coast bounce Fading out smooth
