Intro

Solo Trumpet Intro, smooth bluesy brass melody over sparse bassline

Yeah, West Coast original, top down on the boulevard

Trouble on the corner, keeping guard

Verse 1

Midnight on the pavement, shadow in the lane

Cruising through the city, operating through the pain

Heavy-handed rhythm, counting up the cost

Staking out the block, keeping track of what was lost

Cold eyes on the corner, static in the air

Walking through the fire with a dark nonchalant stare

Straight out of the West side, rolling down the strip

Finger on the pulse, double grip on the clip

Every step calculated, moving through the shade

Living by the code that the real ones made

Chorus

Deep in the concrete, echoing the block

West side rhythm, ticking on the clock