The L.A. Song

[Intro]<br>Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like<br>Y`all from San Francisco right?<br>Nah G we show alot of love<br>But in the state of California from Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig<br>But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One<br>All you MC`s say L.A. when you on stage<br>And when you do spit that hot verse<br>We gonna make it happen man<br><br>[Verse One: Double K]<br>Who wanna test?<br>We lickin` off shots in the west<br>We make believers out the best<br>Lay the weak to rest<br>In southern California ain`t no place like this<br>Have to stuff y`all too and we created this shit<br>So don`t be saggin young buck in the presence of this<br>Don`t even come from the city and your runnin your lips<br>I`m `bout to make a call get the news van out<br>Explain to trisha (?to your da`?) on how your crew ran out<br>We comin live from the trey two three area code<br>Mad clouds of smoke and ain`t no room for snow<br>Sucka niggaz with sucka beats<br>Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the ride<br>I`m chillen with bad guys<br>And got time on my side<br>Cause this is my city this is where I live<br>And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to give<br>Hangin out under the sun is an everyday thang<br>And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I bang<br>Don`t step to me with that mean face<br>Buddy I`m all smiles and I`m countin the miles<br>Down Crescent Heights boulevard<br>Home of the stars<br>Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin` too hard<br>Just listen, you ain`t down with the streets my brotha?<br>I can forsee in your future ther`es some runnin for cover<br>Alot of y`all talk a good game<br>But ain`t playin<br>I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin<br>Fools be givin you the mad dog after the show<br>Cause we ain`t feelin them flows<br>Or your designer clothes<br>Its phony people in L.A. I counted its alot<br>And if the hanus catch your a bully there claimin your block<br>Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day all night<br>The community where I was raised<br>Livin my days<br>Wishin I could be the mayor i`d deport you fools<br>And send you back to squareland cause over here we brew<br>Authentic people in the town<br>Throw up your dub take a drag<br>It`s Double K signin off from the home of the bodybags<br><br>[Verse Two: Thes One]<br>Yo about five years after they kill<br>Creep up the hipe<br>Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers<br>Drugdealers rock beepers<br>T tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls<br>C.B.`s on the strip and a commercial for world<br>All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block<br>The color soundtrack rock the fat burger do box<br>My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns<br>Claimin the same tricks on this turf<br>My roots go deep like turbo Nerf<br>And the cops still sweat us<br>I roll on all blocks like I`m sellin paletas<br>And rock the bells<br>Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells<br>I eat at (?chuttles en la baka?) not Taco Bell<br>And if your not from the city then you should probably bail<br>Cause alot of cats are implants<br>Claimin our labels something to say and something to prove and<br>At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin<br>Its like the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin<br>I`m tired of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to cats<br>That my soundtracks and L.A. hat<br>When newjacks strap New York rap on the block<br>With a palm tree it makes me sick<br>All you underground producers get off Premier`s dick and just (chill)<br>I`m headed back to Pe-dro to sit up on the hill<br>Next to the Korean bell eatin bizzy bee<br>Watchin waves swell high visibility catalina and sail boats<br>Hollywood hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams<br>I make morphine for beat fiends<br>Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal Green<br>O.G. Jerry Duffey when I`m on your screen<br>I`m friends with neighborhood crack heads<br>And I know (?Ben?)<br>L.A. is the place where I solve my problems<br>In it i`ll never fear<br>I`ll always stay here<br>Cause when I`m in L.A. my family`s there