Winnetka Exit (Styles of Beyond)

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, Rockin our radio station here, in the San Fernando Valley (S-O-B), at least thirty fatalaties, 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 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 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 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 what you expected? 101 ventura, 818 - Winnetka exit 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