L.A., city of smognScenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogsnI got the flyer from Amoeba RecordsnI called up P and I said, Yo, let's check thisnI heard at these rave-things, chicks get nakednAnd I got a dick that's as big as TexasnCaught a ride from the crew LA DAFTnI said it's my first rave, they just laughednPicked up P from the Magic CastlenAnd hit up LAX and got in, no hasslenWe left there when we hit up CinespacenRon got his camera all up in my facenTomorrow morning, I'ma be on CobrasnakenMaking out with a chick that my girlfriend hatesnBut who cares, the party's downtownnI got a room at the Standard, we're leaving right nownnTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with usnnTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with usnnTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!nnIn the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunknI see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunknLindsey, Donna, the man Paul T!nStacy and they all doin' shots with PnMe, I just saw my future wife walk past menSinging 'bout Peaches--damn she nastynDJ AM, Steve AokinGot the dancefloor packed and it's mostlynGirls, girls, every daynFrom Paris to Canada to U.S.A.nI snatched one up and we danced for hoursnShe talked too much; she was off that powdernBut looked so good in her Jeremy ScottnAnd her looks looked perfect for my cock-and-locknShe put her hand down my pantsnSo I said, Later P, I'll see you in FrancennTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with usnnTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with usnnTo protect and entertainnIn party we trustnThem other DJs ain't fuckin' with usnAnd from Paris to L.A.nIn cash we trustnIt's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!nnParis to Los AngelesnAu revoir, motherfuckersnAnd you can fuck with my accent all you wantnBut you can suck my dicknAnd shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-wordsnAll my black people in FrancenFor being the only other niggas to burn some shit down when the white people fuck wit younWe don't take any shitnPeace!