Atmosphere

You gon' see my top back when I'm flying by in my 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

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

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

One good thing about LA traffic when it hit that stop

You come over from the passenger and you climb on top

And I feel like I'm Billie and you're Gloria

And even at home yeah girl Ima reach that spot

Ooh I'm a Westside boy, Ima drop that top every chance I got

Make a good view for the angels that we lost

And don't ever think that you'll be forgot

But right now baby, this moment here is all we got

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

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 gotta, I gotta, I gotta, can't lie, no no

Nothing left to do, sit back and ride

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