Winnetka Exit

TAKBIR:<br>Ayo, I got no cash, no money, funds, no dividends<br>How come all these people got so much money to spend<br>While I`m cruisin inside of my broken down Honda Accord<br>Wishin I had a dollar bill to throw in the tank<br>but obvioulsy ridin` on `E`s` a deadly thing<br>So I step to Willy Big, lookin for pocket change<br>He pulled out some champagne, so happy to celebrate<br>I was like, nah man, I need chips, let`s get it straight<br>So right before I jetted he slapped me a couple bucks<br>I knew where I was headed, for gasoline that`s unleaded<br>Would the derelect regret it or is that the way they thought though?<br>I don`t know, I`m cheap so I slid up into the Arco<br>2 dollars and 56 cents on 23<br>Exit off of Winnetka to enter Canoga P<br>Now everybody be bumpin and whippin the steering wheel<br>To something that`s undiscovered but waitin to be revealed<br>While we rockin, beats that`s knockin, yea, <br>Ryu and Tak and, turn on the radio, the Wake Up Show, what,<br>Ninety-two, ugh, we hype when we . . . true<br>Yo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond and <br>We, would, like, to rock, for you and you, <br><br>(VOICE:)<br> Rockin our radio station here, in the San Fernando Valley<br> (S-O-B), at least thirty fatalaties, rockin our, San Fernando Valley<br><br>RYU:<br>Sippin half a cup of decaf, coffee with milk<br>Overlookin the Valley smog like I`m walkin on stilts<br>In the basement of the Los Angeles basin ragin war<br>The weapons are chasin full scale invasions, hit the floor<br>When the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity mines<br>Explode into a rhyme and out the numeric time code<br>Now let me flip back into fly mode (chill)<br>Dollar dollar bill, more like 99 cents <br>For Schlitz malt liquor 40 ounce over the hill<br>Kickin freestyles, stumblin words have you wonderin<br>I rock your mics, til your spotlights are tan underin<br>Van Nuys, Canoga, Northridge, Reseda renegade, <br>Centerstage steppin with the missile engaged<br>It`s simple and plain, take away the gangs and all that mess,<br>What`s left is hiphop at it`s best, <br>But in the west it`s the S-O-B<br>818, yes that be, from out the derelict barracks <br>Redefining the MC<br><br>(HOOK x 2)<br> Let the phonograph spin (let it spin, let it spin)<br> Where it stops, nobody knows (nobody knows)<br> The code, but if it flows (let it flow) let it flow <br> If it does, then it won`t stop, hah <br><br>TAKBIR:<br>Ayo, Vin Scully comin with the sick type juice<br>Headphones, adjust the mic, let loose<br>Wicked patterns of flowin when I`m zonin (zonin)<br>Move into a soothin poetic lunatic frenzy<br>Ricocheting inside a studio with the session, <br>Me and Ryu, a combination with the others pure impressed <br>And while they lookin school-faced, got niggas on the cue-base<br>You know they got their talk just packed up in a little suitcase <br>(*Laughter*) what you expected? <br>101 ventura, 818 -- Winnetka exit<br><br>RYU:<br>The Golden State line, where fake guys get bit by the snake eyes<br>Spittin venemous, sudden death with surprise<br>By malicious Scully tracks crushing all production wishes<br>Underground aquatics swimming with exotic fishes<br>We raisin up the flag without a question or discussion<br>So take Winnetka Exit for some fine-tuning adjustment<br>`Cause just when you thought that everything was thorough<br>We came back to represent the Los Angeles borough<br><br>(HOOK x 2)