To Live and Die In L.A.

Street science you're on the air What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? I love Tupac's new record Right, but don't you feel like that creates, uh, tension between east and west? He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife And not in those words, but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased No doubt To live and die in L.A. (California) Don't matter what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me (it never rains in southern California) To live and die in L.A Where everyday we try to fatten' our pockets Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got their own thing, currency chasin' World wide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark Cold hearted 'bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend Tryna floss on em', blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson, court cases keep 'em guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn Making money off of cuss words, writin' again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down sunset, like in a sin What's the worst they could do to a nigga Got me lost in hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail My angels sing To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (and my angels go) You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see It's the cities of angels and constant danger South central L.A. can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera On the curb watching the ghetto bird helicopters I observe so many niggas Gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail Swear the penn's right across from hell I can't cry, cause it's home now I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile Writin' to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin' Cali' just fun and bitches (Hahaha) Better learn about the dress code B's and C's All them other niggas copycats, these is G's I love Cali' like I love women 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in em' We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in L.A To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (let my angel sing) You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Black love, brown pride, and the sex again Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K day Weekends, crenshaw, MLK Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way Gang signs bein' shown, nigga love yo' hood But recognize, and it's all good Where the weed at? niggas gettin' shermed out Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker burned out M-O-B Big Suge in the lo-lo, bounce and turn Dogg pound in the lex, with an ounce to burn Got them watts niggas with me, OFCP They got some hash, took the stash Left the rest for me Neckbone, Dre, Heron, Bungy too Big rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay Gettin' high watchin' time fly To live and die in L.A To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (let my angel sing) You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see This goes out for 92.3, 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit Makin' my shit sell quadruple, quadrople, platinum This goes out to all the magazines that support a nigga All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A and R people, all y'all motherfuckers L.A. California love Part motherfuckin' two without gay ass Dre