Vinewood
Nothing but the classics
It's that old school hip-hop
West coast classics
Hotbox, top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Cruising in my six-four
Worried about no fiscal
Lady that I'm riding with she on her bitch mode
Flashing lights on the ball like it's disco
Party, get drunk, smoke weed, how the list go
Tunnel vision, gun barrel through the peephole
Your car getting repoed
LSPD see what I move, that's a RICO
Me and my amigos
Scrolling through the cheat codes
You know how the shit go
Westside Nico, house in the hills
Lowrider got twenty-two's on the wheels
And they wanna know, is it fake? is it real?
Big guns, boy the ops looking lil, haha
OG killer from the Grove street
Welcome to this side, when I slide
West coast shit
Pimping not easy, so they be on that hoe shit
Ballaz see me in their hood, they go Oh shit
You know I'm a boss, I be on that CEO shit
Smoke on the water, right next to the ocean
Life is a beach and my bitch need a lotion
I move product and it's never slow motion
Everybody want it, not everybody got it
You know everybody talk, but nobody really about it
Kick game taekwondo or karate
Hop up in the whip, then I start it
Hotbox, top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation (hey)
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
I said it's all about the money
Said it's all about the cars
All about the bitches, and the name and the fame
In the Vinewood you wanna be a star
All about the money
All about the cars
All about the fame, and the name and the game
Yeah you already know where you are
Vinewood
Los Santos (westside, west coast shit!)
Paleto bay to Del Perro
East Los Santos, La Puerta (fuck the LSPD)
We run this shit
Grove street for life
And here we are, back to the strip
As they say in Vinewood, that's a wrap folks
I hope I managed to take your mind off the economic downturn
For just a little while
Lets travel back in time
It's not time travel if you never left the nineties
Classic hip-hop
West coast classics
It's that old school hip-hop
West coast classics
Hotbox, top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Cruising in my six-four
Worried about no fiscal
Lady that I'm riding with she on her bitch mode
Flashing lights on the ball like it's disco
Party, get drunk, smoke weed, how the list go
Tunnel vision, gun barrel through the peephole
Your car getting repoed
LSPD see what I move, that's a RICO
Me and my amigos
Scrolling through the cheat codes
You know how the shit go
Westside Nico, house in the hills
Lowrider got twenty-two's on the wheels
And they wanna know, is it fake? is it real?
Big guns, boy the ops looking lil, haha
OG killer from the Grove street
Welcome to this side, when I slide
West coast shit
Pimping not easy, so they be on that hoe shit
Ballaz see me in their hood, they go Oh shit
You know I'm a boss, I be on that CEO shit
Smoke on the water, right next to the ocean
Life is a beach and my bitch need a lotion
I move product and it's never slow motion
Everybody want it, not everybody got it
You know everybody talk, but nobody really about it
Kick game taekwondo or karate
Hop up in the whip, then I start it
Hotbox, top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation (hey)
Top down, ventilation
Only west coast heat in my station
Everybody talk money, better say some
If you're broke then we got no relation
I said it's all about the money
Said it's all about the cars
All about the bitches, and the name and the fame
In the Vinewood you wanna be a star
All about the money
All about the cars
All about the fame, and the name and the game
Yeah you already know where you are
Vinewood
Los Santos (westside, west coast shit!)
Paleto bay to Del Perro
East Los Santos, La Puerta (fuck the LSPD)
We run this shit
Grove street for life
And here we are, back to the strip
As they say in Vinewood, that's a wrap folks
I hope I managed to take your mind off the economic downturn
For just a little while
Lets travel back in time
It's not time travel if you never left the nineties
Classic hip-hop
West coast classics
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Writer(s): Nishesh Maharjan
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