West Coast Nights (That’s Hot)

[Intro] Yeah… Fuck Mother. Fuck. Yeah. West coast nights Turn that goddamn system louder [Female Hook] “Oooo baby… that’s hot…” “Oooo baby… don’t stop…” [Hook] Black sky movin’ while the headlights glow Top back lean with the speakers on gold Side street kings and we ride too slow Smoke in the air while the cold wind blow Low ride drift when the bassline slap Whole damn boulevard shake like that Hands real high when the drums attack Westside pulse and we never look back [Verse] Fresh fade cut with the dark blue fit Gold on my chain and the grin too slick Backlot party got the whole crew wild Pretty little trouble with the dangerous smile Moonlight hit when I walk through doors Everybody freeze when the feet touch floor Late night speed through the neon haze City lights blur in the purple rain Cash flow smooth when the cards play right Old school soul with the future type Still stand tall, never beg for fame Just ride them waves while they scream my name [Bridge] Street queen laugh while the sirens cry Palm tree shadows underneath black skies One more drink for the nights we lost One more spin till the world burn off [Female Hook] “Oooo baby… that’s hot…” “West coast love… don’t stop…” [Outro] Sunrise glow on the boulevard lines Bass still hittin’ while we chase that high One last toast for the broken souls Cruise all night till we lose control