Uff bro,que buena instrumental,me encantan las melodias

@murc1207 thanks bro ima listen to your stuff now!

West Coast type song. Produced by “JoseJones” on YouTube. Original vocals and lyrics.

Lyrics:

This is for all my G-Funksters out there
This is a revival man, 90s West Coast, you know how we do it
We taking it back to the smooth, the groove, the truth
So hop in the car, we driving to the junction
Step on it

We swerving on the backstreet, we hopped out slick
We getting fancy for all the ladies and the chicks
Brought the bottles, 20 ounces we done hid
I smell the cops tracking out scent, so we left 
My bro A dot got interrogated
Jump the fence, all the gang accelerated
On the pavement - one of us got tazed
Looking forward, we did not faze until we saw the muzzle gauge

Bam! - one of us got shot, till we regret running off along the midnight fun
We just some young players
We not too fit for this
In a street full of thuggers, we all just admit
The house was where it’s at 
No breaking in, no warrant, can’t do that
But growing up in the hood, instinct was all I had
Too bad our asses are now locked up in shambles, lemme add

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, yeah we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

Red and blue lights go out to all my friends
How can freedom might become so relent-
Less time on the ticking clock bomb
So I’m sticking to this thought song while I’m clicking  in this mind fog

One, two, here we go
Three, four, pop some more
Lost my clique, not for sure
Where we go, I don't know

Only thing left are the bottles
Relying on E & J to forget tomorrow
But what is that? Another house, can it be?
An escape is one I see behind 22nd street
I run in the dark, see the light, but it’s just a spark
Time 0 on the clock

I wake up in the zone, locked in chains on my heart- was it a blow?
The guard turned the TV on, next thing I see
Three of my homies straight up dead on the street

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, yeah we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

Yo shout out my young black youth 
Yah
Don't forget ya guys matter man
We love you
In and out
Peace

Junction

Play the act long enough, you’ll start to write your own script.

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