L.A., California, sunny blue sky
If you're so drunk, do the selfie style
My low ride got two stash spots
One for the dope and for the glock, four five
Suicide dope's case, I come out glocky
Sniper bustin' caps, got these hoes runnin'
Down with ya, bullet bar, pimpin' fine bitches
Lil' demon in the 63, hittin' switches
I love gangsta girls, like all night long
I guess I like change, and this homie charmin'
I keep out of big bad slow pangs
Almost my chingon, and this local rap gang
Test my skills, shawty homie better not
Last puto stepped up, last puto got shot
Pop, pop as I hop down the block
Throwin' up the P, yellin' * the cops
Ooh
L.A., Southeast L.A., ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
L.A., Westside L.A., ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
L.A., East Los L.A., ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
L.A., sick as the ballet
* cracks, what's the haps in the gang we ride?
Old town, many click in this thing for life
No matter, people scatter when these guns straight blow
This heart of mine, code zero, broke the flow
Big Benny, that's my name, cause it's plain to see
No tellin' what's crackin' if you * with me
Drug seller makin' cheese, that's all I know
And if you're goin' too fast, then slow your roll
Cause I been there and done that
Put my name on the map, but ain't the same fuckin' hood rat
Still in the hood, gon' die in the hood
Goin' to rap, it's all good
L.A. is the place where the streets we at
We're on the block, where we talk, where all the hoes react
No tellin' when a fallin' gonna creep or slide
Till the dub to the side, Eastside till we die, oh yeah
L.A., L.A., Southeast L.A., oh, oh, oh, oh, L.A., Westside L.A., oh, oh, oh, oh, L.A., Eastloads L.A., oh, oh, oh, oh, L.A., said Gangsta Valet
Orderly home, what's the word on the screen?
Dippin' down the guys in the racks, in the studio saps
Troll a boy from the old side, S.G.P. till I die, homie, kill the lights
My nigga blew up in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the house
I ain't trippin', P-12 on my lap, pistol rippin'
Situations in my hood, my car's for concern
The point is on fire, let the motherfucker burn
I was born into the gang, it's in my bloodline
9-1-1, the rap game's my one
G-Slang, my CD's at the G-spot
Make money like it's the Wii spot
Too hot, like Tupac
Motherfuckin' little homies down the ride, die
True blue homies, welcome to Greece, Los Angeles
Where the high, the gang bang, and the bop, it's endless
Ooh, L.A.
South East L.A.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh L.A.
West Side L.A.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh L.A.
East Los L.A.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh L.A.
C-Engage the ballet
Ooh, L.A.
South East L.A.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh L.A.
West Side L.A.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh L.A.
East Los, L.A.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, LA
Say it guys, it's the ballet