Los Angeles Times

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Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Chorus: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.

Where you can see the whole city burning

Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving

and your kids ain't learning shit, except this

Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else

(repeat 2X except last line)

Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Verse One: Xzibit

MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart

Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness

Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice

where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times

Welcome to L.A.

Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head

Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing

said about me, Xzibit stand underground

like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day

Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass

making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z

Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es

stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now

Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar

type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a

diamond-white Concourse 'Llac

Still black so the one-time react as if under attack

Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain

Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with

liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt

From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work

Chorus

Verse Two: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.

If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth

Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth

And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee

Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins

Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck

Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)

Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name

Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups

of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate

Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait

Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow

Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle

Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile

Flow six-fo', you can't steal

cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action

While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction

to sell they shit

Chorus

Verse Three: Xzibit

El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know

Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado

Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits

Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit

Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass

Maintain do your thang this too shall pass

I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas

I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class

Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass

Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash

Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution

Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution

Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution

Top government officials locked down for prostitution

Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin

The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin

Chorus

Everyone's got to make a living (2X)

Chorus

Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.