[Intro: scratches + kick] Drop the needle... let the summer talk... [Verse 1] Two turntables and a fucked-up tape, Jazz in the crate and a California shape, LA chrome down the long boulevard, Heat on the hood, cold beer in the yard, Niggas on the block with the trunk cracked wide, Bass in your chest like a fist from inside, Smoke in the cab, ass in the seat, Whole damn city bouncing to the heat... [Pre-Chorus] East coast punch... west coast glide... [Chorus] LA chrome, bounce and glide, Boom-bap heart with the G-funk ride, From the park to the shine, we were live, 90s on the block — stay alive! [Instrumental Break: scratches, synth lead, head-nod groove] [Verse 2] Hard years turning into better nights, Bitches in the back when the red light hits, Low-end rumble under city lights, Drank in the cup, no apology in sight, Crew in the mix when the heat wave hits, Talk that shit till the whole block flips, Money on the mind, sex on the tongue, This is how the real 90s sung... [Pre-Chorus] East coast punch... west coast glide... [Chorus] LA chrome, bounce and glide, Boom-bap heart with the G-funk ride, From the park to the shine, we were live, 90s on the block — stay alive! [Bridge: stripped drums and bass] Raw as the tape that we wore to death... Raw as the summer on a stolen breath... [Final Chorus] LA chrome, bounce and glide... (ends on a last scratch and fading synth bass)
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