Last of a dyin' breed Oh, feel the breeze, I've been around playin' and gamblin' but lord I'm free An open highway's all I'll ever need I hear that highway callin'! Saddle up baby, ride up close to me Last of the dyin' breed Got a pocket full of memories

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red