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213NINJA & Triple Threat

L.a. Truth

Hip-Hop/Rap

L.a. Truth was released on March 6, 2026 by NIN213JA RECORDS as a part of the album L.a. Truth - Single

Song Details

AlbumL.a. Truth - Single

Release DateMarch 6, 2026

LabelNIN213JA RECORDS

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

213NINJA

Performer

Triple Threat

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Wayne Chong

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wayne Chong

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, Los Angeles, smokes some dank

Compton in the house

Inglewood

Uh, South Central got the fire

Everybody, uh, know what I’m sayin’

Check it

Well it’s the L-A, crooked letter, ain’t no one better

And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

‘Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails

Oh hell, there he go again talkin’ that shit

Bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you ’bout to see this West Coast player serve

I heard it’s not where you’re from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it’s not what you make but how much you spent

You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I’m not worried

’Cause when we step up in the party, like a mouse-you-scurry

So go get your fuckin’ shine box, and your sack of nickels

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat stacks, West Coast style, LA flavor

It’s that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don’t listen

Givin’ the shout out to my homie locked up in prison (yeah)

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Now, my words hit hard like a bassline vibration

To the crowd out there, ain’t nothin’ better

Let me know when the vibe’s right to enter

If not I’ll wait, because the future of the world depends on

If or if not the kids we raise gon’ beat the system

Or will they know to rise above regardless of the odds

I really feel that if we stay tuned, it just might get blocked

Or will it give a fuck about the hate and keep pushin’ on

They alienate us ‘cause we different, keep your hands to the sky

Like Kendrick when I practice what I preach, it don’t lie

I’ll be the builder and the breaker of the piece of my pie

Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?

Now everybody say

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Everyday I sit while my homie be in school

Thinkin’ about the next tape at the studio shootin’ pool

Like K-Dot to the E, ‘cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)

Honey, I’m home but I’m not married

Carried a lot of problems around bein’ frustrated

And now I’m sittin’ at the end of the month, I just made it

Like you made the bench team

And like your partner’s side you makin’ the coffee

You heard the LAliens

So back the hell up off me (shh, shh)

Softly as if I played piano in the dark

Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world’s a stage and everybody gots to play their part

God works in mysterious ways so when he starts

The job of speakin’ through us we be so sincere with this here

No extras or drama so I can get the signal clear as day

Put my piece away I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition so I’m ready for war, okay

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ‘em like you just don’t care

And if you like tacos and In-N-Out and all that West Coast shit

Everybody let me hear you say, “Oh-yeah-yer”

Written by: Wayne Chong

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