Intro] Yeah… Westside… Roll the windows down… What’s crackalackin’? [Hook] What’s crackalackin’? Whole city outside, Blue sky, chrome shine, let the bassline ride. What’s crackalackin’? We ain’t slowing down, Westside Gripp, got the whole block loud. What’s crackalackin’? Hands up, keep it live, Every corner got a story, every dream survived. What’s crackalackin’? Turn the speakers up, From the curb to the boulevard, we don’t let up. [Verse 1] Fresh white tee with the black Chucks laced, Palm trees swaying while I’m setting the pace. Neighborhood heartbeat echo through the street, Every drum knock got the concrete on beat. Chrome keep spinning, sunset on fire, Windows half down, speakers climbing higher. Started with a vision, now the vision got wheels, Every mile I drive remind me this is real. No shortcuts, just long nights and hustle, Built every brick with a whole lotta muscle. Still got love for the ones that stayed solid, Now the whole coastline feeling this mileage. [Hook] What’s crackalackin’? Whole city outside, Blue sky, chrome shine, let the bassline ride. What’s crackalackin’? We ain’t slowing down, Westside Gripp, got the whole block loud. What’s crackalackin’? Hands up, keep it live, Every corner got a story, every dream survived. [Verse 2] Bounce with the rhythm, let the boulevard breathe, California nights got ambition on the sleeve. Every stoplight feel like another green light, Dreams stay big when your focus stays tight. Neighborhood legends paved roads with pride, Now it’s my turn just to carry that vibe. No matter where I roam, I remember where I started, Heart full of purpose, every verse wholehearted. [Bridge] Roll with me… Hear the city sing… Every block got a heartbeat… Every sunset bring another win… [Final Hook] What’s crackalackin’? Let the whole world know, Westside spirit everywhere we go. What’s crackalackin’? Everybody move, Feel that West Coast bounce all in the groove. What’s crackalackin’? We still standing tall, Westside Gripp putting on for us all. What’s crackalackin’? One time for the coast, Turn it way up… let the whole city toast. Outro “What’s crackalackin’?” Same sun… same coast… same hustle. Westside Gripp.
