Prompt:

That G-Funk Sound [Intro] Yeah… Memphis on the map Trap bounce, jookin feet, G-funk in the track Ain’t no topping this… let’s go [Chorus] That G-Funk sound, Memphis made it colder Trap drums knockin’, jookin got the shoulders Slide on the floor, lean back and float Ain’t no coast touchin’ what we wrote That G-Funk sound, we own this wave Memphis heat, leave the rest in the grave Can’t be topped, can’t be cloned This the sound that built the throne [Verse 1] From the Bluff where the trap houses glow 808s hit hard, make the pavement fold Jookin in the club, feet movin’ like water Glide and dip, every step get hotter G-funk bassline, smooth but it stomp West Coast tried it, we made it a bomb Triple six flow, raw and uncut Memphis G-Funk, y’all can’t touch Brag on the mic, we the kings of the mix Trap soul, jookin bounce, G-funk in the bricks Ain’t no competition, we set the bar high Every other city just watchin’ us fly [Chorus] That G-Funk sound, Memphis made it colder Trap drums knockin’, jookin got the shoulders Slide on the floor, lean back and float Ain’t no coast touchin’ what we wrote That G-Funk sound, we own this wave Memphis heat, leave the rest in the grave Can’t be topped, can’t be cloned This the sound that built the throne [Verse 2] Lowriders never had this kinda bounce We took the funk and put the trap in the house Jookin legends taught us how to glide Now the whole city’s ridin’ that high Synth lines smooth, but the drums still mean Memphis G-Funk, pure machine Braggin’ rights locked, we wrote the code Every other sound just follow the road From Orange Mound to Whitehaven streets This the anthem playin’ under your feet Can’t copy the sauce, can’t steal the flavor Memphis made it, and we still the greatest [Bridge] They say West Coast invented the funk We said cool… then we turned it up a notch Trap in the pocket, jookin in the soul Now the whole world know who run the show [Chorus] That G-Funk sound, Memphis made it colder Trap drums knockin’, jookin got the shoulders Slide on the floor, lean back and float Ain’t no coast touchin’ what we wrote That G-Funk sound, we own this wave Memphis heat, leave the rest in the grave Can’t be topped, can’t be cloned This the sound that built the throne [Outro] Yeah… Memphis G-Funk Trap and jookin forever Can’t be topped… That G-Funk sound.