To Live & 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