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L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. is the place! I'm not a renegade but you wish I would Just because I like to hang with boys in the hood Live in L.A. always chill on the west coast A Tilly Mogul got it close just I mean to boast I said what's up, we'll be who riding on you Nick name Eazy-E, and I'm down with the crew You come talking that trash, we'll pull your card It's not the Bronx, it's L.A. but just as hard Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own The Subway R-T-D, don't ride it alone You might have silly thoughts, that were insane But the city I'm from, let me explain In L.A. there things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that were too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off Y'all know the time, it's time to get L We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia The city of angels. Hollywood. we love it I turned you on to the best females in the world I wish they all could be California girls Like the east where your girls wear too many coats Bring your clothesie, runny noiseie, with a sore throat That the girls in the south I cannot bust Because the girls are fly and down with us In the valley not the alley, misdemeanor not ball-ey Eazy-E that's me, always chill in Cali' Hollywood's a bit of beef, where the scene is raw Ohh yeah, the strip is a trip on South Crenshaw Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own (Boy you walk do what?) don't walk alone Because in L.A. there things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that were too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. is the place! Build with the brothers who build the old school Get a. get a. get a little some of that. BEAT BOX Get get get a little some of that beat box West coast style from L.A. Yes I gets mine, it's got to be that way It's sunny California that's where I be If you forgot homeboy I chill with E In the west I stand that's where you fall Fila wearing a punk goes snatching it all Rhyme by rhyme record by E In the city of angels, with a devil like me She's contaminated where the boys are hard And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud You want to mess around, you better get wise We'll find your butt, and cut you down to size Because in L.A. there things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that were too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off Y'all know the time, it's time to get L We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia City of angels. Hollywood. we love it Because in L.A. there things you do not do First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew You might have silly thoughts that were too soft But don't play it sweet, or get took off
Writer(s): George Clinton, William Collins, O Jackson, Andre Young, Frank Waddy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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