ft. M.O.P. Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One
Los Angeles Shameful city I've been taken by the world below Los Angeles No Here I am again Watching the world go by Right before my eyes All the things
I've been sitting here patiently I've been talking too myself Trying to shake that sinking feeling Wishing I was somebody else And I know it's not easy
I will Lay me down In a bunker Underground I won't let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants Sitting
Me and all my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong
I will lay me down In a bunker underground I won't let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants,
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[chorus] Life in L.A. is so insane everyday feels the same Spent all my cash, I'm down to change Its time to move away [Pharrell] Now I was havin
You were always different Had a big dream in your heart This ole cowtown couldn't hold you down Once you caught your star I stood out on the runway And
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
We need peace in L.A., what happened was wrong We all feel betrayed, but we got to be strong If the powers that be let evil go free You must understand
Someone's always coming around here Trailing some new kill Says "I've seen your picture on a Hundred-dollar bill" What's a game of chance to you, to
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill And what's a game of chance to you, to him
I came to L.A. to make rock 'n' roll Along the way, I had to sell my soul I made some good friends that make me say I really wannabe in L.A. I took the