Текст песни LA Here's to U - Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Tha Dogg Pound

LA Here's to U

Yeah, ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
We’d like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California
Yes, sir
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said «It gets better with time»
Eastside Long Beach but this L.A. County on mines
Yeah, this is the sign of the times
One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
This ain’t no TV show, bow-wow-yippee-yo
Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga, here we, here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
Left on Vernon by my auntie’s front yard
No disrespect or disregard
Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card
Dip hard, rip hard, used to poplock
You turn on the wrong street and you will get got
Rules of the city like fie-fi-fo
Creep slow in a '4, motherfuck Five-O
I’m from Cali, baby
Women, weed, and weather
I’m from Cali, baby
It ain’t nothin' better
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh) (Yeah) (Ah-ha)
Look, Dogg Pound Gangstas, we gotta dump off
Unless you wanna hear that pump cough
Watch who you talk on
And watch the different streets you walk on
I mob like a mobster
Like I’m a motherfuckin' monster
Don’t make me approach you
Contraband in my hand
With the homies from the land with a plan to expand
And leave with a hundred grand with my pistol in my hand
Just me, Daz, and… Bigg Snoop
Niggas that ain’t never kept out the loop
Look, is this the way you livin'
In this land of the unforgiven?
Man, be wary how you livin'
So let me show you where a nigga livin'
I’m from Cali, baby
Women, weed, and weather
I’m from Cali, baby
It ain’t nothin' better
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh) (Yeah, yeah) (Hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (West Coast) (Oh, ah-ha)
The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at
Tha Dogg Pound Gangstas, yeah, nigga, we bizzack
From Figueroa to Pacific Palisades
Iconic Hollywood culture, blow it in the frame
Blind from the sunrays, I put on my locs
Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke
Approximately twenty-two miles to that famous boulevard
Echo Park, Silver Lake, now I’m smokin' my car
Treacherous in areas, yeah, it’s four lanes wide
Esés, Asian, niggas, and yeah, one time
History extended Cesar Chavez
For prostitution, hoes sellin' all ass
By the Sunset Strip with a Black and white blonde bitch
Pistol on the grip, yeah, I’m takin' no shit (Boo-yow)
You see us as we ride by
Exit 405, now the shit’s gettin' live, we in
I’m from Cali, baby
Women, weed, and weather
I’m from Cali, baby
It ain’t nothin' better
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, hey)
Here’s to you (Oh, ah-ha)
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
Oh, ah-ha