Marc E. Bassy Atmosphere
[Verse 1]
You gon' see my top back when I'm flying by in a 65
Ace of spades pulled up while I drive
Girl, that's your sound, turn me up one more time
Ooh, I like that, baby, let the top go down
Throw your hands up higher
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, you a Westside girl
When the sun goes down, make you come alive
Nothing left to do but smoke and drive
And I got this special feeling, put this in your life
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
[Chorus]
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire, but we don't care
And nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
[Verse 2]
Onе good thing about LA traffic, when it hit that, stop
You come over from thе passenger and you climb on top
And I feel like I'm Billie and you Gloria
And even at home, yeah, girl, I'ma reach that spot
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I'm a Westside boy
I'ma drop that top every chance I got
Make a good view for the angels that we lost
And don't never think that you'll be forgot
But right now, baby, this moment here is all we got
[Chorus]
So let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire, but we don't care
And nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
[Bridge]
See, the mirrors painted of the heroes lookin' from the sky
LA, baby, where you live and you dream and you die
Gotta get it, I got it, I got it, I got it, can't lie, no, no
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
[Chorus]
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire, but we don't care
And nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
[Instrumental Outro]
