L.A. Is the Place

[Refrain: The D.O.C.] L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A L.A. is the place! [Verse 1: Eazy-E & Ron-De-Vu] I'm not a renegade but you wish I would Just because I like to hang with the boys in the hood Live in L.A. always chill on the West Coast A Tilly Mogul got it close just I mean to boast I said what's up, we'll be who riding on you Nickname Eazy-E, and I'm down with the crew You come talking that trash, we'll pull your card It's not the Bronx, it's L.A. but just as hard Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I'm on The Subway R-T-D, don't ride it alone You might have silly thoughts, that were insane But the city I'm from, let me explain [Chorus: Ron-De-Vu] In L.A. there's things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off [Post-Chorus] What's the time? It's time to get ill! Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia The city of angels.. Hollywood.. We love it! [Verse 2: Eazy-E & Ron-De-Vu] I turned you on to the best females in the world I wish they all could be California girls Like the east where your girls wear too many coats Bring your clothesie, runny noiseie, with a sore throat That the girls in the south, I cannot bust Because the girls are fly, and down with us In the valley not the alley, misdemeanor not ball-ey Eazy-E, that's me, always chill in Cali Hollywood to Venice Beach, where the scene is raw Ohh yeah, the strip is a trip on South Crenshaw Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I'm on But if you walk through Watts don't walk alone [Chorus: Ron-De-Vu] Because in L.A. there's things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off [Refrain: The D.O.C.] L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A L.A. is the place! [Bridge: DJ Yella (Scratches)] Chill with the brothers who build the old school ---> Get a.. get a.. get a little stupid and... BEAT BOX ---> Get get get a little stupid and... beat box ---> [Verse 3: Ron-De-Vu] West Coast style, from L.A Yes, I gets mine, it's got to be that way It's sunny California that's where I be If you forgot homeboy I chill with E In the West I stand that's where you fall Fila-wearing punk goes snatching it all Rhyme by rhyme, record by E In the city of angels, with a devil like me She's contaminated where the boys are hard And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud You want to mess around, you better get wise We'll find your butt, and cut you down to size [Chorus: Ron-De-Vu] Because in L.A. there's things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off [Post-Chorus] What's the time? It's time to get ill! Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia City of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it [Chorus: Ron-De-Vu] Because in L.A. there's things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off