[Produced by Paris]

[Verse 1]
West Coast
Been around the world but I can't let go
Guerrilla Funk, Hard Truth in the booth and in the trunk
Revolutionary rap, but it's still slump
On a Saturday, put the gat away
Put the rag away, bring the grill out, we can chill out
And be'll 'bout how we feel 'bout real routes to clout
Instead of pullin' steel out to your kid's mouth
OG's still out, givin' real shout
Feelin' out what it is cats kill 'bout
Car clubs in the parking lot peel out
Started 'round noon, now it's two and it's spilled out
Brown-Black love, daps and hugs
Streets love T-K.A.S.H., T-K.A.S.H. showin' back the love
Unity is placed back above
Actin' up, attractin' slugs
Say it with me

[Hook]
I still dream of revolution
I refuse to walk away
I still practice activism
'Cause that's active on my day
In the streets of California
We got gangsta's that's really nothing changed
So if we tie these rags together
We might just see better days
Better days
[Verse 2]
West Coast
Police pass by and we let the Tec show like Dough Boy
Protect the women and raise the kids
Politicize what it is that you claim you in
If the gang truce thang in the park
The feds just label us a gang 'cause we dark, but we catch Ray's heart
We change a heart
No beef, no pork, so we remain a hang 'til it's dark
Everybody swap phone numbers
No fights, no killings for the whole summer
Introduce grandmothers to the baby mamas
Jobs askin' referrals for the baby fathers, and plenty food to eat
Blues and bees, bruisin' seeds, choose to be
Cool with peace, that's cool with me
A picnic pushin' hood unity
A tune to sing, that's soon to be, yeah

[Hook]
I still dream of revolution
I refuse to walk away
I still practice activism
'Cause that's active on my day
In the streets of California
We got gangsta's that's really nothing changed
So if we tie these rags together
We might just see better days
Better days
[Verse 3]
West Coast
NorCal, SoCal, Valley, let's go, it's T-K.A.S.H
I put the twist on the catchphrase "free at last"
Change direction in which the heat blast
It's the math up underneath ski masks
Of the street Sams who need cash
If we have concrete plans to see Kash
We can at least see Sams with degrees in hand
Little homie used to act a fool 'til he tacked something cool
Then he put his cell back in school
That's the tool, grab the truth
The grassroots, mass movement, pass to the youth to mass produce
Doctors, lawyers, thugs, and square folk
Got employment, funds is shared
Bottomline is the funds is there
We ain't gotta run scared if we come prepared
Better days