[INTRO] Yeah… Westside. Uh. Look. Ain’t gotta say too much. They know. [HOOK] We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the coast Big West energy, put the city on toast I ain’t gotta do the most, I’m just lettin’ ’em know When Gripp step in the spot, everybody get low We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the game Same ones used to doubt, now they mention the name I came up from the dirt, put respect on the flame Westside on my back, let ’em remember the name [VERSE 1] Look, I’m from where the sun hit the boulevard gold Where the lowriders creep and the stories get told Where the OGs sit back and watch how you move You can talk about the game, but you gotta improve I ain’t new to this, I was built for this Put the West on the map, put my stamp on this Every bar got weight, every word got meaning I can tell who really solid by the way they be schemin’ I don’t chase no wave, I create my own season If they sleepin’ on Gripp, that’s a beautiful reason Let me cook. I got West in my blood, got the bass in my chest Got a pocket so cold, make the beat sound fresh No gimmicks, no gimmies, just pressure and skill If I said that I’ma do it, then I’ma do it for real From the curb to the stage, from the stage to the bank Had to build my own lane, never needed a rank Now the whole room nod when the beat get crank That’s that Westside sound, better know what you think [HOOK] We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the coast Big West energy, put the city on toast I ain’t gotta do the most, I’m just lettin’ ’em know When Gripp step in the spot, everybody get low We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the game Same ones used to doubt, now they mention the name I came up from the dirt, put respect on the flame Westside on my back, let ’em remember the name [VERSE 2] Now bring the bass in. I like my beats real nasty, drums knock stupid Soul sample chopped, whole track feel ruthless Keys hit once, then the bass start movin’ Gripp in the pocket, ain’t nobody else doin’ it I’m from that California state of mind Where the palm trees sway but the hustle stay live Where the streets got stories that don’t make headlines And the real recognize when they see real grind I done came through the door with the West on ten Had to lose some friends just to find myself again Now I move real different, got a plan in my pen If I take one shot, I’ma take it to the end They want the old Gripp? Cool. Bring the drums back. I’m still that dude with the California slang Still ride with the beat when the bassline bang Still talk that talk, still walk that walk Still make a whole room stop when I start to talk No need for the gimmicks, No need for the extras, Just a cold-ass beat And a whole lotta pressure. [BEAT DROP] Sample cuts. Yeah… Westside. You know what time it is. [VERSE 3] I ain’t gotta yell, I can whisper and win Let the beat breathe, then I murder again Every line got a point, every verse got a pin Put the whole damn city where the hook should begin This ain’t temporary, this is built to last I’m lookin’ at the future while they live in the past Had to turn every setback into fuel for the gas Now I’m foot on the pedal, ain’t no lookin’ back Westside! That’s the sound of the land That’s the sound of the hustle That’s the sound of the plan From the boulevard lights to the concrete blocks When that bassline knock, watch the whole thing rock [FINAL HOOK] We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the coast Big West energy, put the city on toast I ain’t gotta do the most, I’m just lettin’ ’em know When Gripp step in the spot, everybody get low We runnin’ it, runnin’ it, yeah, we runnin’ the game Same ones used to doubt, now they mention the name I came up from the dirt, put respect on the flame Westside on my back, let ’em remember the name [OUTRO] Westside… Still runnin’ it. Still movin’. Still hungry. Yeah. Run it back.
