Yo, a lot of people be steppin' to us like
Y'all from San Francisco right?
Nah 'G' we show a lot of love
But in the state of California
From Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig?

But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
All you MC's say L.A. when you on stage
And when you do spit that hot verse
We gonna make it happen, man

Who wanna test?
We lickin' off shots in the West
We make believers out the best
Lay the weak to rest

In Southern California ain't no place like this
Have to stuff y'all too and we created this ****
So don't be saggin' young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and you're runnin' your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call, get the news van out
Explain to Trisha on how your crew ran out

We comin' live from the Trey
Two three, area code, mad clouds of smoke
And ain't no room for snow
Sucka *****z with sucka beats

Stay in the back seat
And buckle up for the ride
I'm chillin' with bad guys
And got time on my side

'Cause this is my city this is where I live
And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to give
Hangin' out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin' crazy in the labs the only way I bang

Don't step to me with that mean face
Buddy, I'm all smiles and I'm countin' the miles
Down Crescent Heights boulevard
Home of the stars

Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin' too hard
Just listen, you ain't down with the streets my brotha?
I can foresee in your future there's some runnin' for cover
A lot of y'all talk a good game, but ain't playin'
I learned about the hood and now feel that's where you're stayin'

Fools be givin' you the mad dog after the show
'Cause we ain't feelin' them flows or your designer clothes
It's phony people in L.A. I counted it's a lot
And if the h**** catch your a bully there claimin' your block

Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day, all night
The community where I was raised, livin' my days
Wishin' I could be the mayor, I'd deport you fools
And send you back to square land 'cause over here we brew

Authentic people in the town
Throw up your dub take a drag
It's Double K, signin' off
From the home of the body bags

Yo, about five years after they kill
Creep up the hype
Wrestle E, movers, the sleepers
Drug dealers, rock beepers

T-tops, Jerry curls, jelly flip-flops for girls
C.B.'s on the strip and a commercial for world
All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block
The color soundtrack rock the fat burger do box

My L.A, U.S.C, memories are every sticks
Who filed down clowns claimin' the same tricks
On this turf, my roots go deep like Turbo Nerf
And the cops still sweat us, I roll on all blocks

Like I'm sellin' paletas, and rock the bells
Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
I eat at Chuttles-en-la-baka not Taco Bell
And if your not from the city, then you should probably bail

'Cause a lot of cats are implants
Claimin' our labels something to say
And something to prove and
At the shows with the flows and
They think the crowds groovin'

It's like the four-o-five at five thirty
Nobody's movin'
I'm tired of non-recognition, losin' the mission
To proven to cats that
My soundtracks and L.A. hat

When new jacks strap, New York rap on the block
With a palm tree, it makes me sick
All you underground producers get off Premier's ****
And just chill, I'm headed back to Pe-dro to sit up on the hill

Next to the Korean bell eatin' bizzy bee
Watchin' waves swell high visibility Catalina and sail boats
Hollywood hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
I make morphine for beat fiends

Support L.A. teens stay trippin' with Cal Green
O.G. Jerry Duffey when I'm on your screen
I'm friends with neighborhood crack heads
And I know Ben

L.A. is the place where I solve my problems
In it I'll never fear, I'll always stay here
'Cause when I'm in L.A. my family's there