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You gon’ see my top back
when I’m flying by in my 65
Ace of spades pulled up while I drive
Girl that’s your sound turn me up
one more time
Oooo I like that baby let the top
go down throw your hands up higher
Yea you a westside girl
when the sun goes down
make you come alive
Nothing left to do but smoke and drive
And I got this special feeling
put this in your life
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yea it’s different in this atmosphere
One good thing about la traffic
when it hit that stop
You come over from the passenger
and you climb on top
And I feel like I’m Billie and you’re Gloria
And even at home yea girl
Ima reach that spot
Oooo Ima a westside boy Ima drop
that top every chance we got
Make a good view for the angels
that we lost
And don’t ever think
that you’ll be forgot
But right now baby this moment
here is all we got
So let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yea it’s different in this atmosphere
See the mirrors painted of the heroes
lookin from the sky
LA baby where you live,
and you dream and you die
Gotta get it I gotta , I gotta,
I gotta can’t lie no no
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yea it’s different in this atmosphere