Crenshaw Low End

Intro - male voice over talkbox

Yeah... Crenshaw

Low, slow... let it knock

Verse 1 - male

South central sun through a smoked-out lens

Dice game on the corner where the story begins

Gold chain swinging, trunk rattling the street

Double cup steady, whole block on repeat

Funky worm sample creeping through the back

Hydroplane memory of a Cadillac

Pre-Chorus - male

Let the bassline ride through the LA smog

Every syllable a warning from the parking lot god

Chorus - female raspy hook

West side way when the sun goes low

Feet on the asphalt, heart made of chrome

Tell me who you running from when the sirens blow

West side way when the sun goes low

Verse 2 - male

Rooftop view from the liquor store shade

Every deal I ever made came with a price I paid

Sinister bell like a whisper from the gutter

808 earthquake my whole life a stutter

Talkbox crying through the midnight static

Crenshaw concrete, nothing automatic

Pre-Chorus - male

Let the bassline shake the liquor store glass

Every second I was counting never came to pass

Chorus - female raspy hook

West side way when the sun goes low

Feet on the asphalt, heart made of chrome

Tell me who you running from when the sirens blow

West side way when the sun goes low

Bridge - male spoken over talkbox and bells

Yeah...

Some days you wake up and the funk is in your bones

Low end heavy... can't go wrong with that

Chorus - female raspy hook

West side way when the sun goes low

Feet on the asphalt, heart made of chrome

Tell me who you running from when the sirens blow

West side way when the sun goes low

Outro - talkbox

Crenshaw... let it ride