"Route 132" lyrics
Yeah
Pull up to the liquor store, shout out to Maddie
I'm mobbin' through the valley in an old school Caddy
Valley rap pack, band of dirty cats
If you're showin' up a Cali, rubber band thirty racks
Pull the bus 'round back, tuck a nine in the back
Big bag in the safe won't lock 'cause it's stacked
It's 2-0-9's in Cal, green V, West Coast
Any stage any city, homie, we're the best show
Keep it poppin' if you're talkin' boy we can knuckle up
See them LB boys circle up the fuckin' trucks
Hit the bank, drop the gate, let the 808 bang
Haters love to suck where these truck nuts hang
I'm a West Coast valley boy, body full of ink
Keep a Yeti in the Chevy if I ever wanna drink
Six tri tips from the L-B-A
Only fire up in Cali is the one I blaze
Plates on the bumper gonna rattle when you bump this
Crack in the mirror gets bigger when the sub hits
Rust on my hood, mud up in La Grange
I was sippin' on a Bud dippin' donuts in the rain
We can hit the rodeo, we can hit the fair
If you're talkin' sandy mush homie, I ain't goin' there
Smoke another log, now I'm drivin' in the fog
To the Delta on the backroads duckin' all the law
In a Two tone Chevy, gray and black jack Hurley
If we're drinkin' at McClure then you know we start early
Hit the five-five-nine gettin' lit up at the game
Where the bulldogs bite and they stay off the chain
I'm ridin' real high with you bums below me
So you're gonna need a power step to get up homie
Yeah, I took a few years but we finally blew
And now everybody follows route 132
The sun done set on the West Side (West Side)
We still got a long way to go (Let's go)
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home (Come on)
Bring me home
Come on
The sun done set on the West Side
We still got a long way to go
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home
The sun done set on the West Side
We still got a long way to go
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home, bring me home
Pull up to the liquor store, shout out to Maddie
I'm mobbin' through the valley in an old school Caddy
Valley rap pack, band of dirty cats
If you're showin' up a Cali, rubber band thirty racks
Pull the bus 'round back, tuck a nine in the back
Big bag in the safe won't lock 'cause it's stacked
It's 2-0-9's in Cal, green V, West Coast
Any stage any city, homie, we're the best show
Keep it poppin' if you're talkin' boy we can knuckle up
See them LB boys circle up the fuckin' trucks
Hit the bank, drop the gate, let the 808 bang
Haters love to suck where these truck nuts hang
I'm a West Coast valley boy, body full of ink
Keep a Yeti in the Chevy if I ever wanna drink
Six tri tips from the L-B-A
Only fire up in Cali is the one I blaze
Plates on the bumper gonna rattle when you bump this
Crack in the mirror gets bigger when the sub hits
Rust on my hood, mud up in La Grange
I was sippin' on a Bud dippin' donuts in the rain
We can hit the rodeo, we can hit the fair
If you're talkin' sandy mush homie, I ain't goin' there
Smoke another log, now I'm drivin' in the fog
To the Delta on the backroads duckin' all the law
In a Two tone Chevy, gray and black jack Hurley
If we're drinkin' at McClure then you know we start early
Hit the five-five-nine gettin' lit up at the game
Where the bulldogs bite and they stay off the chain
I'm ridin' real high with you bums below me
So you're gonna need a power step to get up homie
Yeah, I took a few years but we finally blew
And now everybody follows route 132
The sun done set on the West Side (West Side)
We still got a long way to go (Let's go)
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home (Come on)
Bring me home
Come on
The sun done set on the West Side
We still got a long way to go
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home
The sun done set on the West Side
We still got a long way to go
It ain't no matter what route we take
Any road will bring me home, bring me home
