Fog & Funk

Intro

Yeah, uh

Just a feelin' comin' over me

Slap that funk, slide through the breeze

Chorus

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

From the town where the hyphy kids get down

East to West, I'ma hold my ground

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

Verse 1

Cruisin' down 880 on a Sunday slow

Oakland to the city where the real ones go

Got my forty on the passenger, the system on ten

Oldies on the tape deck, let it play again

Summer night, flick of the wrist, top laid back

Saw a shorty on the corner, she was tangled in the act

Double back, caught a vibe, exchanged a couple words

She said the block ain't been the same since the funk got heard

I told her slide through, let the speakers do the talkin'

Sittin' sideways, no rush, time just walkin'

Pre-Chorus

And it hit me like a wave from the Bay

Sunset orange, but the sky still gray

All the stories that the pavement hold

Every pothole got a tale untold

Chorus

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

From the town where the hyphy kids get down

East to West, I'ma hold my ground

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

Verse 2

Used to catch the BART just to make a couple ends

Now the circle smaller, I don't trust most of my friends

Game shifted, but the recipe stuck

Funk line wigglin' through the speakers, that's the luck

From the flats to the hills, everybody feel the same

Tryna flip a little something, play the hand you came

I ain't changin' for the clicks or the envy in their stare

Every curb I've ever scraped, every stain's still there

Tucked the memories in the glove box, let the tire hum

When the 808 hits, you already know where I'm from

Pre-Chorus

And it shakes the frame like the thunder rollin'

Deep in the cut where the funk keeps goin'

All the miles I put between the lines

Still my city's on my mind all the time

Chorus

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

From the town where the hyphy kids get down

East to West, I'ma hold my ground

Rollin' through the fog with the windows down

Bass knockin' sideways, that old school sound

Bridge

Fade to black, the cruise ain't over

Same block, same crew, same four leaf clover

Finger to the sky for the ones who ain't here

Every laugh, every tear, that's the vibe we steer

Outro

Yeah

Keep it bumpin'

Keep it funky

West side, all day