[Intro] Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like Y'all from San Francisco right? Nah G we show alot 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 [Verse One: Double K] 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 runnin 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 chillen 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 countin 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 forsee in your future ther'es some runnin for cover Alot of y'all talk a good game But ain't playin I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin Fools be givin you the mad dog after the show Cause we ain't feelin them flows Or your designer clothes Its phony people in L.A. I counted its alot And if the hanus catch your a bully there claimin 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 signin off from the home of the bodybags [Verse Two: Thes One] Yo about five years after they kill Creep up the hipe Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers Drugdealers 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 fat burger do box My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns Claimin 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 alot of cats are implants Claimin our labels something to say and something to prove and At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin Its like the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin 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 eatin 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
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like Y'all from San Francisco right? Nah G we show alot 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 [Verse One: Double K] 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 runnin 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 chillen 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 countin 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 forsee in your future ther'es some runnin for cover Alot of y'all talk a good game But ain't playin I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin Fools be givin you the mad dog after the show Cause we ain't feelin them flows Or your designer clothes Its phony people in L.A. I counted its alot And if the hanus catch your a bully there claimin 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 signin off from the home of the bodybags [Verse Two: Thes One] Yo about five years after they kill Creep up the hipe Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers Drugdealers 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 fat burger do box My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns Claimin 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 alot of cats are implants Claimin our labels something to say and something to prove and At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin Its like the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin 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 eatin 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
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