L.A.

Lyrics

[Intro: Imani] Yo, I dedicate this to you and you and you And you and you and you And you right there And you and you and you Chill out, no, no, sit back, relax Feel the breeze, feel the sunrays, birds, yeah [Verse 1: Imani] Yeah, broadcasting live and direct from sunny Sunny, sunny, shiny Southern California Where it never rains, I've warned ya About the G's, and the palm trees, and the convertible low-low G-rides, bitches, and beaches, and britches and bean pies Freaks with green eyes Guys wearing disguise, used to be men Now they women tryna blend in Yeah, all from the town from the sound Known for the niggas that's known to get down And isn't it ironic It's more to L.A. than drive-by shootings, carjackings and The Chronic Yeah, look a little closer Move real slow and do what you're supposed to Got a poster with Kobe-Kob' and Shaq Home of the Lakers and the money-makers, that's a fact [Chorus: Slimkid3] And we're living in the lifestyle Living with the rich and famous and the poor and aimless Living where life's wild Doing the same old same and we do it again [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] LA LA, the city of smog Some gangstas wear suit and ties, some drive a hog Went to the same high school, even shared a class One quick to sue, the other quick to blast Me, I don't ask what's wrong or right Nubian queen turned hoochie in the night Also turn vampire and they bite, leaving marks to switch Rollin' on Wilshire with the poor and rich [Verse 3: Slimkid3] Never gave me the time of day Now I'm just a rhyme away, from the summit Now they tryna find a way, to spark somethin' After we done marked somethin' Like dogs do, already embarked Embers in the dark shed light into the park So we can play again Heart's been astray, now I know the way again Big old price to pay again After layin' 'round, you know the sound [Chorus: Slimkid3] And we're living in the lifestyle Living with the rich and famous and the poor and aimless Living where life's wild Doing the same old same and we do it again [Verse 4: Imani, Slimkid3, Bootie Brown, The Pharcyde] Shielded by the spirit of debt 1-5'er, 1-9'er, '71 is when the mission begun in Irvine I've been all around but I really love the Cali sunshine See, it's a very small world (Where we're from) No place like it in the world (Where we're from) Hustlers and fly girls tryna get some [Verse 5: Bootie Brown] Welcome to the place where the sun submerge The sky's not the only place where stars emerge On dreams we purge, to kill our urge Aspirations embedded like handprints at the Chinese Convertible down, warm Santa Ana breeze While you're cruisin' on the 10, from sand to sand Some represent with the "W" on their hand Often I say "dude," I'm talking to my man Grab the tan in the laid-back land There's nine million stories and every game ran