Winnetka Exit

Yo, I ain't got no cash, no money, no funds, no dividends How come all these people got so much money to spend? While I'm cruisin' inside of my broken down Honda Accord Wishin' I had a dollar bill to throw up in the tank But obviously, ridin' on E's a deadly thing So I stepped to Willie Big, lookin' for pocket change He pulled out some champagne, so happy to celebrate I was like, "Nah, man, I need chips, let's get it straight" So right before I jetted, he slapped me a couple of bucks I knew where I was headed for gasoline that's unleaded Would the derelict regret it or is that the way they thought, though? I don't know, I'm cheap so I slid up into the ARCO $2.56 on 23 Exit off of Winnetka to enter Canoga P Now everybody be bumpin' and whippin' the steering wheel To something that's undiscovered but quickly to be revealed And we rockin' beats that's knockin', yea Ryu and Tak and turn on the radio The Wake Up Show, what? 92, we hype when we - true Yo, we are from a, what-what, Style of Beyond And we would like to rock for you and you Rockin' our radio station here in the San Fernando Valley (S.O.B) At least thirty fatalities rockin' our San Fernando Valley Sippin' half a cup of decaf, coffee with milk Overlookin' the Valley smog like I'm walkin' on stilts In the basement of the Los Angeles basin, waging war The weapons are chasin' full-scale invasions, hit the floor When the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity mines Explodes into a rhyme in alphanumeric timecode Now, let me flip back into fly mode (chill) Dollar-dollar bill, more like 99 cents For Schlitz malt liquor 40 oz. over the hill Kickin freestyles, stumblin' words have you wonderin' I'll rock your mic, steal your spotlight and tan under it Van Nuys, Canoga, Northridge, Reseda renegade Center-stage, steppin' with the missile engaged It's simple and plain, take away the gangs and all that mess What's left is hip-hop at it's best But in the West, it's the S.O.B, 818, S.F.E From out the derelict barracks, redefining the MC Let the phonograph spin, let it spin, let it spin Where it stops, nobody knows, nobody knows the code But if it flows, let it flow, let it flow If it does, then it won't stop, ha-ha So let the phonograph spin, let it spin, let it spin Where it stops, nobody knows, nobody knows the code But if it flows, let it flow, let it flow If it does, then it won't stop, ha-ha Ayo, Vin Skully comin' with the sick-type juice Headphones, adjust the mic, let loose Wicked patterns of flowin' when I'm zonin', zonin' Move into a soothin' poetic lunatic frenzy Ricocheting inside a studio with the session Me and Ryu, a combination in the umber pure impression So while they're lookin' screwface, Skully is on the Cubase And all their after-talk gets packed in a little suitcase What you expected? 101 Ventura, 818, Winnetka Exit Within The Golden State lines where fake guys get bit by the snake eyes Spittin' venomous, sudden death with surprise By malicious Skully tracks crushin' all production wishes Underground aquatics, swimmin' with exotic fishes We raisin' up the flag without a question or discussion So take Winnetka Exit for some fine-tuning adjustment 'Cause just when you thought that everything was thorough We came back to represent the Los Angeles borough Let the phonograph spin, let it spin, let it spin Where it stops, nobody knows, nobody knows the code But if it flows, let it flow, let it flow If it does, then it won't stop, ha-ha So let the phonograph spin, let it spin, let it spin Where it stops, nobody knows, nobody knows the code But if it flows, let it flow, let it flow If it does, then it won't stop, ha-ha