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The latest piano rock single from the sensational, Phoenix based rock band, TWOFEW.

Learn more at: https://twofewmusic.com/

Lyrics: 

Little Story

V1:

// (Gonna tell ya a little story right here!) //

Tell you story about how I made it through
All this time I’ve had, time to let my feelings brew
It’s true
Started out real strong, pass through make it true
As I sang along, ya’ll know just what to do
Ya’ll know it's true

V2
Sing my story’s past, as my memories lapse
All this time I’ve had, time for my music romance
It’s true
I’ll keep it going strong, pass through make it true
As you sing along, y'all know just what to do
Ya’ll know it’s true

CH
Gotta make it in a song
All the little ladies dance along 
Gotta make it right not wrong - not wrong
I’ll know when I’ve have won
I’ll know I have won
Yeah

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Little story

Little Story

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#westcoast #hiphop #g-funk 

Back To Mogadishu
(West Coast G-Funk Anthem – Lowrider Slow Cruise, 2025)  [Intro – Syrupy synth whistle, talkbox harmony]
Yeeeaaaah…
Rollin’ down the boulevard, switches hittin’ slow,
Candy paint drippin’, Daytons stealin’ the show.
West Coast till I die, this our land, feel me?
Talkbox: Baaaack… to Mogadishuuuu…  [Hook – Deep 808s + Zapp-style talkbox]
Back to Mogadishu, yeah, that’s where you belong,
We know where your heart at, so take that ride home.
Loyalty talk loud, we see it clear as day,
Stay where you loyal, fam—don’t come back this way.
Back to Mogadishu, let the desert wind blow,
This America’s soil, from the backwoods to the Bay.
We don’t leave our ground, nah, we hold it down strong,
Black, white, and brown—this where we belong.  [Verse 1]
Cruisin’ in the ’63, trunk rattlin’ the block,
Bass so deep it shake the palm trees on the spot.
You wave a different flag when the cameras ain’t around,
Talk sweet to our face, but we know how you get down.
It’s common sense, baby—go where your roots run deep,
We built this from the dirt, earned every inch we keep.
From the country backroads to the Oakland streets,
Hydraulics hoppin’ high while the G-funk beats.
You want the benefits but skip the pride we bleed,
So pack them bags quiet—plant your own seed.
Talkbox whisper: Loyalty… don’t lie… take that flight tonight…  [Hook]
Back to Mogadishu, yeah, that’s where you belong,
We know where your heart at, so take that ride home.
Loyalty talk loud, we see it clear as day,
Stay where you loyal, fam—don’t come back this way.
Back to Mogadishu, let the desert wind blow,
This America’s soil, from the backwoods to the Bay.
We don’t leave our ground, nah, we hold it down strong,
Black, white, and brown—this where we belong.  [Verse 2]
Sun settin’ orange over the Pacific shore,
Lowrider parade, engines growlin’ for more.
We mix like the beat—funk from every side,
Red, white, and blue woven deep in our pride.
You cheer for the other team when we take the field,
Then cry for protection when the pressure get real.
Nah, that don’t add up, math ain’t mathin’ today,
So catch that red-eye, let the homeland call your name.
From the Southern pines to the Northern lights glow,
Every inch of this dirt got our blood in the soil.
We ride for the stars and stripes, no switchin’ the lane,
You ride for another—then stay in your lane.  [Bridge – Slowed down, heavy talkbox]
Talkbox: Baaaack… roooooads… still callin’…
Bass still poundin’, heart still grounded…
Black, white, brown—hands on the wheel…
This our America… this shit real…  [Final Hook – Synth whistle risin’, crowd chant vibe]
Back to Mogadishu, yeah, that’s where you belong!
We know where your heart at—sing your own damn song!
Loyalty don’t flex, it stay solid and true,
Stay where you loyal—we good without you.
Back to Mogadishu, desert callin’ your name,
From the backwoods to the Bay—this our claim!
Americans forever, roots run too deep to pull,
Black, white, and brown—West Coast full!  [Outro – Fading whistle

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