Concrete Jungle Heat by Zeus Loc feat. Big Tone and Lil Rascal

Intro

Yeah, rollin' down the block with the heat

Slick palm on the wheel, LA sun beatin' down

Verse 1

Got that chronic smoke, windows up, no talk

Concrete jungle, pitbulls bark, deadlock

Taggin' up the strip, six-fo' bounce, I stalk

Bitches on the curbside watchin', jaw drop

Pockets stretchin' fat, rubber band snap

Haters wanna run up, they taste the trap

Silver chain swingin', gold in my mouth

South Central life, ain't takin' no route

Chorus

West coast ridin', middle finger up high

Fuck the law, fuck the haters, let me get mine

L.A. sunshine, but my soul still grime

G-funk bumpin', keep it real 'til I die

Verse 2

Palm trees line the street where I hustle my green

Police slow creep, we duck, fuck they routine

My crew never sleep, cook beef, serve mean

Hollow tips whistle, sirens die in the steam

Homies on parole, got them scars on their face

Thuggin' since a shorty, givin' hell to the chase

Sippin' 40 in the alley, no fucks to waste

West coast villain, let em' copy the taste

Chorus

West coast ridin', middle finger up high

Fuck the law, fuck the haters, let me get mine

L.A. sunshine, but my soul still grime

G-funk bumpin', keep it real 'til I die

Verse 3

Now it's me and the clique, hittin' corners on blast

Old school Impala, hundred spokes got class

Ziploc full of sticky, pass that shit fast

Half a pound gone by sundown, cash stackin' vast

Bitches on my lap, but my focus don't slip

Enemies lurk, but the crew never trip

Tatted up fingers, always ready to grip

Grew up on the struggle, put respect on my strip

Verse 4: Big Tone

Ayo, slide through the block with my flag on swing

Gold grill flashin', let the 12 gauge sing

Heat in the trunk, and the dice still roll

Sippin' on that gin 'til I lose all control

Bulletproof vest when I enter the night

Southside reppin', bring the smoke to the fight

No love for a snitch, catch the fade on sight

P-funk in my veins, spittin' wicked, no light

Chorus

West coast ridin', middle finger up high

Fuck the law, fuck the haters, let me get mine

L.A. sunshine, but my soul still grime

G-funk bumpin', keep it real 'til I

Verse 5: Lil Rascal

My life on the line every swing of the block

Out on the stoop, see the red and blue flock

Hunnid spoke wheels, crack a brew, let it pop

Livin' by the code, shit'll never get soft

Zoned with the G's, get that ink on my skin

Feds scope the scene, but they never gon' win

Pagers still beep, keep a grip for the sin

LA born madman, stashin' loot in the bin

Chorus

West coast ridin', middle finger up high

Fuck the law, fuck the haters, let me get mine

L.A. sunshine, but my soul still grime

G-funk bumpin', keep it real 'til I die

Outro

Roll out, sun dips but my city don't sleep

Chrome keep it loaded, paranoia runs deep

Crew heavy with the heat, we just laugh at defeat

Westside killaz, stayin' king of these streets