L.A.

[Murs]

I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot

Days got shade let me take you 'round the way

Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city

Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky

But that was eighty-six and, things done changed

We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang

Not the rips and the dawgs, man the smog might kill ya

But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin North of Wilshire

Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall

Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon

Come to the hood where we do the most good

Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should

Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gazine

From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Pasadena

The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture

And I hope the way we do the damn thang don't insult ya

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I'm from L.A. (ahh) Southern California

Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody

And the game is fame, do everythang with a bang

And everybody wanna know, what set you claim

[Murs]

The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low

Your favorite rapper gettin jacked for more than his sick flows

Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows

The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes

Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest

And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas

Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters

Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas

You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters

The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses

Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it

Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it

Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas

White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss

Poplockin, Crip walkin, chronic blunts, G-Funk

A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once

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