[Verse] Cruisin' down the boulevard, palm trees in sight, Homies posted up, we takin' over the night, Turbo engine roar, street racin' the light, Money always moves, got that paper in flight. [Chorus] West coast life, where the ocean meets the block, Every corner, every hustle, hear the tick of the clock, Survivin' in the city, got my crew and my Glock, In the land of the sun, where the streets never stop. [Verse 2] Paint cans clink, graffiti art on the wall, Taggin' up the hood, can't catch us at all, Bumpin' Dre and Snoop, bass shakin' the hall, In the land of the gangsters, we standin' tall. [Chorus] West coast life, where the ocean meets the block, Every corner, every hustle, hear the tick of the clock, Survivin' in the city, got my crew and my Glock, In the land of the sun, where the streets never stop. [Bridge] Hustle in the alleys, dice games in the dark, Sirens round the corner, leave our mark, Boys in blue patrollin', always stayin' on park, In the shadows, we rise, like a spark in the dark. [Verse 3] Day ones in the game, loyalty ain't broke, From the beach to the barrio, always stayin' woke, Turf wars ragin', till the enemies choke, In the West we reside, where the real ones smoke.
