[Intro] Summertime shine on the boulevard Old heads say they seen it all But you can feel it in the air out here G funk still talkin’ to your soul (yeah) [Verse 1] Low ride Chrome tip sunlight Three-wheel motion at the red light Lil homie in my backseat ask “What it mean when they say G funk, why?” It’s granny in the kitchen with the oldies on Same groove we just flipped into a new song It’s cookouts, cousins, dice on the lawn It’s pain in the hood but the hope stay strong It’s church on Sunday, choir on ten Deacons off-key but the spirit get in We took that feel, that harmony blend Put a story on the beat ’bout where we been [Chorus] This that G funk era, still breathin’ Palm trees swayin’ when we speakin’ Make a gangsta pray, have a heathen thinkin’ Hard life, smooth sound, keep us even (ohh) This that G funk era, forever Turn hard weather into somethin’ better From the front seat down to the block stepper When the hook come in, we all sing together (yeah) [Verse 2] See the homie on the corner with the cracked smile He been through it but he ride for the lifestyle He remember hearing uncles on cassette Talkin’ get right, don’t you live in regret It’s rules in the game, then it’s rules in your heart G funk taught balance, how to move in the dark Keep your circle small, keep your faith tall Keep your head high even when you might fall It’s the soundtrack playin’ while we heal wounds Funerals, baby showers, same tune Laugh, cry, slide, all in the same room Whole hood singin’ on a Sunday afternoon [Chorus] This that G funk era, still breathin’ Palm trees swayin’ when we speakin’ Make a gangsta pray, have a heathen thinkin’ Hard life, smooth sound, keep us even (yeah) This that G funk era, forever Turn hard weather into somethin’ better From the front seat down to the block stepper When the hook come in, we all sing together (sing together) [Verse 3] It’s lessons in the lyrics when the tape spin Told me, “Watch who you trust, who you call friend” Told me, “Mind your business, stack, don’t flex” Told me, “Call your mama, show that respect” It’s big homies talkin’ through the speakers Real-life preachers, street-school teachers You can feel it every time that the bass slide Like your angel ridin’ with you on the late drive It’s the past and the present in the same key Old soul, young heart on the same beat When they ask what it mean, I just say this It’s the hurt and the hope in a head-nod mix [Bridge] [Beat drops to bass and snaps] From the swap meet lot To the cul-de-sac From the chain link gate To the culver tracks It’s the code we learned From the ones before When the world got cold G funk kept us warm (so warm) [Chorus] This that G funk era, still breathin’ Palm trees swayin’ when we speakin’ Make a gangsta pray, have a heathen thinkin’ Hard life, smooth sound, keep us even (ohh yeah) This that G funk era, forever Turn hard weather into somethin’ better From the front seat down to the block stepper When the hook come in, we all sing together (together)
