Winnetka Exit Songtext
von Styles of Beyond

Yo, I ain′t got no cash, no money, no 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 up in the tank
But obviously, ridin' on E′s a deadly thing
So I stepped to Willie 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 of bucks
I knew where I was headed for gasoline that′s unleaded
Would the derelict regret it or is that the way they thought, though?
I don't know, I′m cheap so I slid up into the ARCO
$2.56 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 quickly to be revealed
And we rockin' beats that′s knockin′, yea
Ryu and Tak and turn on the radio
The Wake Up Show, what? 92, we hype when we - true


Yo, we are from a, what-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 fatalities 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, waging war
The weapons are chasin' full-scale invasions, hit the floor
When the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity mines
Explodes into a rhyme in alphanumeric timecode
Now, let me flip back into fly mode (chill)
Dollar-dollar bill, more like 99 cents
For Schlitz malt liquor 40 oz. over the hill
Kickin freestyles, stumblin' words have you wonderin′
I′ll rock your mic, steal your spotlight and tan under it
Van Nuys, Canoga, Northridge, Reseda renegade
Center-stage, steppin' with the missile engaged
It′s simple and plain, take away the gangs and all that mess
What's left is hip-hop at it′s best
But in the West, it's the S.O.B, 818, S.F.E
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, ha-ha
So 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, ha-ha

Ayo, Vin Skully 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 in the umber pure impression
So while they′re lookin' screwface, Skully is on the Cubase
And all their after-talk gets packed in a little suitcase
What you expected?
101 Ventura, 818, Winnetka Exit

Within The Golden State lines where fake guys get bit by the snake eyes
Spittin′ venomous, sudden death with surprise
By malicious Skully tracks crushin' all production wishes
Underground aquatics, swimmin' 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

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, ha-ha
So 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, ha-ha