"The L.A. Song" as written by and Chris Portugal Mike Turner....
(Spoken:)
A lotta people we steppin to is like "yall from san francisco right"
nah G, we show alotta love for the state of california {from hung both?}
the oceanside ya dig, but LA is where it all happens for the dub and thes one
all you mcs say LA when you on stage and when you groups spit that hot verse
we gonna make it happen man

(Double K:)
who want us
we licking off shots in the west
we make believers out the best lay the weak to rest
in southern californ that aint no place like this
have to stuff yall crew and we created the shit
so dont be sagging young buck in the presence of this
dont even come from the city and you running your lip
im bouta
make a call get the news van out
explain to trisha toyota on how your crew ran out
we coming live from the tre two three area code
mad clouds of smoke and aint no room for snow
an' suckas niggas with sucka beats stay in the back seat
and buckle up for the ride
im chilling with bad guys
and got time on my side
cause this is my city this is where i live
and ya bring bad vibes I got something to give
hanging out under the sun is an everyday thang
and getting crazing in the labs the only way out bank
dont step to me with that mean face
buddy im all smiles and im counting the miles
down crescent heights boulevard home of the stars
getcha pulled out ya car for frontin too hard
just listen:
you aint down with the streets my brotha,
i can forsee in ya future there's some running for cover
alotta yall talk a good game, but aint playing
(ya) learned about the hood and now a field is where you staying
fools giving you a mad dog after the show
cause we aint feeling them flows
or your designer clothes
theres phony people in LA
I count it, it's a lot
and if they aint a snitch or a bullin(?)
then they claiming your block
just get it right it's crescent heights all day all night
the community where i was raised living my days
wishing i could be the mayor id deport you fools
and send ya back to squareland cause over here we rule
authentic people in town throw up ya dub take a drag
its double k signing off from the home of the bodybags

[scratch]got beef, what a pity[scratch]
[scratch]every rapper in the house shut the fuck up[scratch]
x2

(thes one)
now about five years after they killed creeper
the hot wrestly move of the sleepers
drug dealers rock beepers
t-tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls,
tvs on the strip and a commercial for world
on wheels
I was a to my crew up on the block the color soundtrack rock the fat burger jukebox.
my LA UST memories are every sticks who filed down clowns claiming the tricks
on this turf my roots go deep like turbo nerf
and the cops still sweat us
im rolling all blocks like im selling paletas and rock the bells
home of the drive by where they pop the shells
I eat at charlos en la park and not taco bell
and if youre not from the city then you should probably bail
cause a lotta cats are implants
claiming la was something to say and something to proven
at shows with their flows and they think the crowds groovin
it's like the 405 at 5:30, nobody's movin
im tired of nonrecognition losing the mission
to provin to cats that my soundtrack's an LA hat
when new jacks jock new york rap on a block
with a palm tree it makes me sick
all you underground producers get off premiers dick and just [chill]
Im heading back to pee-dro to sit up on the hill
next to the Korean bell eating busy bee watching waves swell
high visibility catalina and sail boats
hollywood hip hop souls and and sitcom dreams
i make morphine for beat fiends
support LA teens stay tripping with cal green
OG jerry duffy when im on your screen
im friend with neighbor crackheads and i know ben
LA is the place where i solve my problems
any day ill never fear ill always stay here
cause when im in LA, my family's (t)here


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"The L.A. Song" as written by Chris Portugal Mike Turner

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    General Comment"Hung both" is really Humboldt; the line goes "from Humboldt to Oceanside". Great song!
    zer0renderon April 09, 2009   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionSome corrections:

    "Half the stuff ya'll doin', we created this shit"

    "I whistle to my crew up on the block"

    "My LA U.S.C. memories"

    "I eat at Charros and La Barca, not Taco Bell"

    "I'm headed back to Pedro"

    There's probably more, but those are what I noticed
    monarchy44on February 02, 2011   Link

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