[Intro] Y-y-y-yeah, y-y-y-yeah, y-y-y-yeah, y-y-y-yeah (Heavy car door slams shut, pneumatic hiss of hydraulics lowering, distorted electric guitar riff blends into a fat G-Funk bassline) "Yeah... roll 'em down. Look at that skyline in the mirror, man. L.A. in the rearview, but we’re taking the long way back. Keep your hand on the switch... let's hit the drag." T-T-T-TOTALLY DUDE!!!! [Pre-Hook] Bounce like a lowrider! Party like a rockstar! Bounce like a lowrider! Party like a rockstar! Scrape like a lowrider! Party like a rockstar! T-T-T-TOTALLY DUDE!!!! [Verse 1] I'm on a money-making mission, L.A. in the rear South Central summer heat, smoke rising in the air Flyin' down Crenshaw lookin' good in my hot car Lowrider leaning but I party like a rockstar! Candy-painted ranflas hitting two wheels high Scraping up the boulevard, sending sparks to the sky (Harmonies: Sparks to the sky!) Chrome wire spokes catch the streetlamp glow These hoes at the show watching how the switches go Rubba in my pants, got the whole block lit Chicano pride burning every time the switches hit! [Pre-Chorus] (Rich multi-part vocal harmonies build over distorted guitar stabs) Feel the air pressure rise when the night comes alive Chain-link steering wheel, three-wheel on the drive (Harmonies: Three-wheel on the drive!) Crowd's all watching as we jump into the sky Dumping out the back frame, lowriders high Heavy '64 dropping frame to the floor Listen to the thunder blasting out the car door! [Chorus] (Full Chorus Harmony — Upbeat, Rock-Rap & G-Funk Fusion) This is how the West Coast rides! Yeah, California moves from side-to-side! We bring the bass heavy, play the low frequency deep From Long Beach city to the streets where you sleep! Do it with the black and the white like a cop car— (Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop!) L.A. in the mirror, party like a rockstar! [Verse 2] I uwa like I uwa, lowriders on the curb Ice in the cup, subwoofers hitting every word Skid plates grinding out a heavy trail of fire Names etched in history, wrapped around the wire I fuck with fine diamonds look like Pa-me-la Heavy sub-bass hitting through the speakers in the tins, bra With a skull belt, wallet chain, lowriders chrome Every neighborhood a kingdom, every strip a throne! I make it rain from the center of my guitar When I'm in the spot, bra... I PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAAARRR!!!!!! [Chorus] (Full Chorus Harmony — High Energy) This is how the West Coast rides! Yeah, California moves from side-to-side! We bring the bass heavy, play the low frequency deep From Long Beach city to the streets where you sleep! Do it with the black and the white like a cop car— (Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop!) L.A. in the mirror, party like a rockstar! [Dedicated Rap & Guitar Breakdown] (Drums hit hard double-time, screaming lead guitar riff, staccato synth stabs) As soon as I came out the womb, momma knew a star was born Four batteries in the trunk, trippin' with the Osbournes! I seen the show with Travis Barker, rockstar mentality Got the pressure in the system, jumping in the crowd to carry me! Check the chrome, watch the frame dip, check the setup Pump in the trunk, yeah we never let up My ice make 'em go down quick like the TITANIC!! Blue lights in the mirror, got the whole street in panic! Surfin' on the hood, screaming kowabonga— TOTALLY DUDE!! [Bridge] (Tempo slows slightly; heavy sub-bass roll, swelling soul harmonies) (Ooh-ooh-ooh...) Sun slashed across the tint, dust on the dish Heavy 15s hitting everything you wish L.A. don't sleep, we just make the motion flow One more hit, hit the ground, put on a show! If you hear the iron dragging, then we're already there Bright orange lightning flying out into the air! [Chorus] (Full Chorus Harmony — Maximum Energy) This is how the West Coast rides! Yeah, California moves from side-to-side! We bring the bass heavy, play the low frequency deep From Long Beach city to the streets where you sleep! Do it with the black and the white like a cop car— (Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop!) L.A. in the mirror, party like a rockstar! [Outro] (Fast-paced call-and-response, rock guitar feedback fading into G-Funk synths) Hit the dumps, drop the rear, lock it in gear! Sirens in the distance, gotta disappear! We gotta move fast, the police are on the way! (Harmonies: Gotta go, gotta go—adiós, OK!) T-T-T-TOTALLY DUDE!!!! (Hydraulics hiss twice, guitar riff fades out)
