[TAKBIR:] 

Ayo, I got no cash, no money, 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 in the tank 

but obvioulsy ridin' on 'E's' a deadly thing 

So I step to Willy 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 bucks 

I knew where I was headed, for gasoline that's unleaded 

Would the derelect 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 dollars and 56 cents 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 waitin to be revealed 

While we rockin, beats that's knockin, yea, 

Ryu and Tak and, turn on the radio, the Wake Up Show, what, 

Ninety-two, ugh, we hype when we . . . true 

Yo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond and 

We, would, like, to rock, for you and you, 



[VOICE:] 

Rockin our radio station here, in the San Fernando Valley 

(S-O-B), at least thirty fatalaties, rockin our, San Fernando Valley 



[RYU:] 

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 ragin war 

The weapons are chasin full scale invasions, hit the floor 

When the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity mines 

Explode into a rhyme and out the numeric time code 

Now let me flip back into fly mode (chill) 

Dollar dollar bill, more like 99 cents 

For Schlitz malt liquor 40 ounce over the hill 

Kickin freestyles, stumblin words have you wonderin 

I rock your mics, til your spotlights are tan underin 

Van Nuys, Canoga, Northridge, Reseda renegade, 

Centerstage steppin with the missile engaged 

It's simple and plain, take away the gangs and all that mess, 

What's left is hiphop at it's best, 

But in the west it's the S-O-B 

818, yes that be, from out the derelict barracks 

Redefining the MC 



[HOOK x2] 

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, hah 



[TAKBIR:] 

Ayo, Vin Scully 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 with the others pure impressed 

And while they lookin school-faced, got niggas on the cue-base 

You know they got their talk just packed up in a little suitcase 

[Laughter] what you expected? 

101 ventura, 818 - Winnetka exit 



[RYU:] 

The Golden State line, where fake guys get bit by the snake eyes 

Spittin venemous, sudden death with surprise 

By malicious Scully tracks crushing all production wishes 

Underground aquatics swimming 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 



[HOOK x2]