You gon' see my top back when I'm flying by in a 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 Ain't 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 I'ma reach that spot Ooh, I'm a Westside boy I'ma drop that top every chance I got Make a good view for the angels that we lost And don't never 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 Ain't 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 got it, I got it, I got it, 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 Ain't nothing left for us to fear Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere