(Spoken:)nA lotta people we steppin to is like yall from san francisco rightnnah G, we show alotta love for the state of california {from hung both?}nthe oceanside ya dig, but LA is where it all happens for the dub and thes onenall you mcs say LA when you on stage and when you groups spit that hot versenwe gonna make it happen mannn(Double K:)nwho want usnwe licking off shots in the westnwe make believers out the best lay the weak to rest nin southern californ that aint no place like thisnhave to stuff yall crew and we created the shitnso dont be sagging young buck in the presence of thisndont even come from the city and you running your lipnim boutanmake a call get the news van outnexplain to trisha toyota on how your crew ran outnwe coming live from the tre two three area codenmad clouds of smoke and aint no room for snownan' suckas niggas with sucka beats stay in the back seat nand buckle up for the ride nim chilling with bad guys nand got time on my side ncause this is my city this is where i livenand ya bring bad vibes I got something to give nhanging out under the sun is an everyday thang nand getting crazing in the labs the only way out bankndont step to me with that mean facenbuddy im all smiles and im counting the milesndown crescent heights boulevard home of the starsngetcha pulled out ya car for frontin too hard njust listen:nyou aint down with the streets my brotha,ni can forsee in ya future there's some running for covernalotta yall talk a good game, but aint playingn(ya) learned about the hood and now a field is where you stayingnfools giving you a mad dog after the showncause we aint feeling them flowsnor your designer clothesntheres phony people in LAnI count it, it's a lotnand if they aint a snitch or a bullin(?)nthen they claiming your blocknjust get it right it's crescent heights all day all nightnthe community where i was raised living my daysnwishing i could be the mayor id deport you foolsnand send ya back to squareland cause over here we rulenauthentic people in town throw up ya dub take a dragnits double k signing off from the home of the bodybagsnn[scratch]got beef, what a pity[scratch]n[scratch]every rapper in the house shut the fuck up[scratch]nx2nn(thes one)nnow about five years after they killed creeper nthe hot wrestly move of the sleepersndrug dealers rock beepersnt-tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls,ntvs on the strip and a commercial for worldnon wheels nI was a to my crew up on the block the color soundtrack rock the fat burger jukebox. nmy LA UST memories are every sticks who filed down clowns claiming the tricksnon this turf my roots go deep like turbo nerf nand the cops still sweat usnim rolling all blocks like im selling paletas and rock the bells nhome of the drive by where they pop the shellsnI eat at charlos en la park and not taco bellnand if youre not from the city then you should probably bail ncause a lotta cats are implants nclaiming la was something to say and something to proven nat shows with their flows and they think the crowds groovinnit's like the 405 at 5:30, nobody's movin nim tired of nonrecognition losing the mission nto provin to cats that my soundtrack's an LA hatnwhen new jacks jock new york rap on a block nwith a palm tree it makes me sicknall you underground producers get off premiers dick and just [chill]nIm heading back to pee-dro to sit up on the hillnnext to the Korean bell eating busy bee watching waves swell nhigh visibility catalina and sail boatsnhollywood hip hop souls and and sitcom dreamsni make morphine for beat fiendsnsupport LA teens stay tripping with cal greennOG jerry duffy when im on your screennim friend with neighbor crackheads and i know bennLA is the place where i solve my problems nany day ill never fear ill always stay herencause when im in LA, my family's (t)here