[Intro]
Uh, Blu
B-L-U, uh-huh
DS crew, uh-huh
LA shit, haha
You better ask somebody
[Verse]
Uh, Los Angeles city lights
Most scandalous every night, some handle it, some take flights
Some manage, some get in life, some passions are pretty bright
Uh, oh man, what a pretty sight
The love and the hate collide, put drugs and the guns inside
Yeah, right, go choose a side, we fight to prove you ride
For the cause, for the weed, weather, women, we winnin'
And the laws 'forе we get dressеd up in our linens
We thank God, just pimps paintin' prisons with visions
Of prison yards and it gets hard livin', but nigga
We'd rather starve than to leave the gold for somewhere cold like Utah
Where women think you ball just because you tall
But you taught the ropes, can tell the way you talk
You flossed the most, even though you too hard for the boulevard
Pull a card on a nigga, make him get his car like the law, uh
[Chorus]
LA (You know the West)
Californ-I-A (You know who it go, livin' life in the ghetto)
'Til the day I drop
Bandana on the antenna swangin' and ridin'
LA (You know the West)
Californ-I-A (Livin' life in the ghetto)
'Til the day I drop
Bandana on the antenna swangin' and ridin'
[Outro]
LA, Californ-I-A
LA, Californ-I-A
LA, Californ-I-A
LA, Californ-I-A
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