The L.A. Song

Lyrics

Yo, a lot of people be steppin to us like
 Y'all from San Francisco right?
 Nah G we show a lot of love
 But in the state of California from Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig
 But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
 All you MC's say L.A. when you on stage
 And when you do spit that hot verse
 We gonna make it happen man
 Who wanna test?
 We lickin' off shots in the west
 We make believers out the best
 Lay the weak to rest
 In southern California ain't no place like this
 Have to stuff y'all too and we created this shit
 So don't be saggin young buck in the presence of this
 Don't even come from the city and your running your lips
 I'm 'bout to make a call get the news van out
 Explain to trisha (to your da'?) on how your crew ran out
 We comin live from the trey two three area code
 Mad clouds of smoke and ain't no room for snow
 Sucka niggaz with sucka beats
 Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the ride
 I'm chillin' with bad guys
 And got time on my side
 'Cause this is my city this is where I live
 And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to give
 Hangin out under the sun is an everyday thang
 And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I bang
 Don't step to me with that mean face
 Buddy I'm all smiles and I'm counting the miles
 Down Crescent Heights boulevard
 Home of the stars
 Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin' too hard
 Just listen, you ain't down with the streets my brotha?
 I can foresee in your future there's some running for cover
 A lot of y'all talk a good game
 But ain't playin
 I learned about the hood and now feel that's where your staying
 Fools be giving you the mad dog after the show
 'Cause we ain't feelin them flows
 Or your designer clothes
 It's phony people in L.A. I counted its alot
 And if the hanus catch your a bully there claiming your block
 Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day all night
 The community where I was raised
 Livin my days
 Wishin I could be the mayor I'd deport you fools
 And send you back to squareland 'cause over here we brew
 Authentic people in the town
 Throw up your dub take a drag
 It's Double K signing off from the home of the body bags
 L.A
 Got got got beef what a pity
 L.A
 Every rapper in the house, shut the funk up
 L.A
 Got, got, got, got beef what a pity
 L.A
 Every rapper in the house, shut the funk up
 Yo about five years after they kill
 Creep up the hipe
 Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers
 Drug Dealers rock beepers
 T tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls
 C.B.'s on the strip and a commercial for world
 All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block
 The color soundtrack rock the fatburger do box
 My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns
 Claiming the same tricks on this turf
 My roots go deep like turbo Nerf
 And the cops still sweat us
 I roll on all blocks like I'm sellin paletas
 And rock the bells
 Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
 I eat at (chuttles en la baka?) not Taco Bell
 And if your not from the city then you should probably bail
 'Cause a lot of cats are implants
 Claiming our labels something to say and something to prove and
 At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin
 It's like the 405 at 5:30 nobody's moving
 I'm tired of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to cats
 That my soundtracks and L.A. hat
 When newjacks strap New York rap on the block
 With a palm tree it makes me sick
 All you underground producers get off Premier's dick and just (chill)
 I'm headed back to Pe-dro to sit up on the hill
 Next to the Korean bell eating bizzy bee
 Watchin waves swell high visibility catalina and sail boats
 Hollywood hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
 I make morphine for beat fiends
 Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal Green
 O.G. Jerry Duffey when I'm on your screen
 I'm friends with neighborhood crack heads
 And I know (Ben)
 L.A. is the place where I solve my problems
 In it I'll never fear
 I'll always stay here
 'Cause when I'm in L.A. my family's there
 L.A
 Every rapper in the house, shut the funk up
 L.A
 I can't stop, because the city I'm from
 L.A
 Got, got, got, got beef what a pity
 L.A
 Californ-i-a
 City of Angels, L.A, Californ-i-a
 City of Angels, L.A, Californ-i-a
 City of Angels, L.A, Californ-i-a
 City of Angels, L.A, Hollywood
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:26
Key
7
Tempo
91 BPM

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