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Blunts, Bands & Bad Bitches 1 by KHo

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Blunts, Bands & Bad Bitches 1

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:003:04
Lyrics
Description
(Intro - G-funk synths wailing, laid-back but sinister)
Yeah, we ridin' deep, Cali streets talkin',
Blunts rolled fat, smoke curlin', it's Westside walkin'.
(Verse 1)
Cruisin' through the hood where the palm trees shade,
64 Impala, candy paint, custom laid.
Blunts packed with that loud, purple haze haze,
Sticky icky burn slow in the Cali blaze.
Shorties on the grind, gold teeth, tight frames,
Hustlin' for the paper, livin' raw, no games.
Block parties bumpin', funk basslines thump,
OGs pass the dutchie, watch the city jump.
(Pre-Chorus)
From Compton to the Bay, we kings in this town,
Rollin' with the pack, never foldin' down.
Stacks in the backpack, dreams heavy like bricks,
Smoke clouds rise as we light up the mix.
(Chorus)
Blunts, bands, and bad bitches, that’s the code we live by,
West Coast thuggin’, under that Cali sky.
Roll deep, stay strapped, keep your circle tight,
In the city of angels, we own the night.
(Verse 2)
Midnight tales of hustle, pain beneath the gold,
Stories untold from the streets so cold.
Cali sun sets, but the game stays lit,
On these cracked sidewalks, where real ones sit.
Shorties with attitude, draped in designer fits,
Smokin' on that chronic, sparkin' up the hits.
Respect earned, never given, in this concrete jungle,
Where the blunts burn slow, and the snakes all fumble.
(Bridge - Darker tone, funk groove deepens)
Hear the sirens wail, but we steady on the grind,
Every puff, every step, story intertwined.
Lost homies in the wind, memories never fade,
In the haze of the smoke, our legacy’s made.
(Chorus)
Blunts, bands, and bad bitches, that’s the code we live by,
West Coast thuggin’, under that Cali sky.
Roll deep, stay strapped, keep your circle tight,
In the city of angels, we own the night.
(Outro - Slow fade with soulful harmonies)
So light it up, let the smoke paint the scene,
West Coast gangsta livin’, you know what I mean.
Blunts, bands, and bad bitches, forever we ride,
In this city of dreams, where the real ones reside.
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