Styles Of Beyond: Winnetka exit

[TAKBIR:]Ayo, I got no cash, no money, funds, no dividendsHow come all these people got so much money to spendWhile I'm cruisin inside of my broken down Honda AccordWishin I had a dollar bill to throw in the tankbut obvioulsy ridin' on 'E's' a deadly thingSo I step to Willy Big, lookin for pocket changeHe pulled out some champagne, so happy to celebrateI was like, nah man, I need chips, let's get it straightSo right before I jetted he slapped me a couple bucksI knew where I was headed, for gasoline that's unleadedWould 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 Arco2 dollars and 56 cents on 23Exit off of Winnetka to enter Canoga PNow everybody be bumpin and whippin the steering wheelTo something that's undiscovered but waitin to be revealedWhile 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 . . . trueYo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond andWe, would, like, to rock, for you and you,[VOICE:]Rockin our radio station here, in the San Fernando Valley(S-O-B), at least thirty fatalaties, rockin our, San Fernando Valley[RYU:]Sippin half a cup of decaf, coffee with milkOverlookin the Valley smog like I'm walkin on stiltsIn the basement of the Los Angeles basin ragin warThe weapons are chasin full scale invasions, hit the floorWhen the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity minesExplode into a rhyme and out the numeric time codeNow let me flip back into fly mode (chill)Dollar dollar bill, more like 99 centsFor Schlitz malt liquor 40 ounce over the hillKickin freestyles, stumblin words have you wonderinI rock your mics, til your spotlights are tan underinVan Nuys, Canoga, Northridge, Reseda renegade,Centerstage steppin with the missile engagedIt'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-B818, yes that be, from out the derelict barracksRedefining the MC[HOOK x2]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 flowIf it does, then it won't stop, hah[TAKBIR:]Ayo, Vin Scully comin with the sick type juiceHeadphones, adjust the mic, let looseWicked patterns of flowin when I'm zonin (zonin)Move into a soothin poetic lunatic frenzyRicocheting inside a studio with the session,Me and Ryu, a combination with the others pure impressedAnd while they lookin school-faced, got niggas on the cue-baseYou know they got their talk just packed up in a little suitcase[Laughter] what you expected?101 ventura, 818 - Winnetka exit[RYU:]The Golden State line, where fake guys get bit by the snake eyesSpittin venemous, sudden death with surpriseBy malicious Scully tracks crushing all production wishesUnderground aquatics swimming with exotic fishesWe raisin up the flag without a question or discussionSo take Winnetka Exit for some fine-tuning adjustment'Cause just when you thought that everything was thoroughWe came back to represent the Los Angeles borough[HOOK x2]