Lyrics

[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