LA Song (Sensitive mix)
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β±οΈ 5:04 duration
π ID: 27719086
π Lyrics
See, I see the people moving through the arteries and veins
In cars switching lanes, dropping extravagant names
Into cell phones, to real estate agents who sell homes
To implants with implants dancing with chrome
She's entertaining the city one dollar at a time
For a little drug money, escalating L.A. crime
From a fake Escobar anticipating some time
Just a night at the bar, taking the trouble off his mind
He's drinking Long Islands with some cat from Manhattan
Who moved away from Staten to start a career in rapping
When he touched down and realized he was just another number
Now, he's trying to get a zone that he can sling through the summer
To them other newcomers, they're trying to get discovered
They're working as a waiter, to midnight or even later
At least they're getting tipped, see the cook, he's getting gypped
Fuck a minimum wage, he's just another immigrant
Riding the bus home, sitting next to an old crip
Who finally decided to stop letting the chrome rip
But not before he caught a hollow tip that gave him a limp
He passes by every night, smoking a pimp
I say, "What's up?" (What's happening, man?)
And that's how we do
I guess we're both repping L.A. in our own special way
Two of a kind, Double K and mine, finding peace of mind
Watching the daily grind from our mission to record find
Rectifying them underlying currents in L.A.
There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't play
See, I understand my role in the city of L.A.
There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't eh
Everybody wanna be this smooth rapper from L.A. (I stay in)
It ain't L.A. (I stay in) and didn't even come from L.A.
They come here, trying to put a new brand (I stay in)
A new stamp on what we done already started back here, you know? (I stay in)
We listened to the greats, the King Tee, the Mixmaster shows, and KDAY (I stay in)
Wasn't all this ol' wild shit you're hearing now, man (I stay in)
It was real shit back then
And who knows what shit's turned into, I know what we got (I stay in)
The summer of '7-7, God gave his only rider
To a city of angels with broken-down fables
Dominoes was on the table, brown liquor in cups
My pops was the man out on the streets cutting up
That Hollywood swinging on that natural high
Stepping outta line or high-stepping got you by
But now there's gangs that's banging and signs is hanging
Crooked cops pulling over for the same old thing
And my registration's in my melanin
And that's a reason for a beating in Los Angeles, it stays nigga season
So, you got to have a smile on your face (and oh, yeah)
Or show 'em how you really feel and they gon' go for the waist
It happened to my homie, man, and it won't happen to me
Quit throwing up the C, became a real OG
By murdering tracks, burning the wax through stacks and stacks
Blowing it like greenbacks in the back of the 'Lac
Remembering the good days, trying to get my feet wet
Smoking blunts with my friends (hey, man, how high can you get?)
But some got too high, and they never came down
And no matter what happened to my folks, I'm still down
That's what my city taught me, never be a copy
Stay ahead of the pack, keep your eyes on your back
Look both ways before you crossing this place
You'll get lost in this place, tossed in the space of mind
That you want to get out of and that you want to stay out of
So I stay doing something to keep my unborn proud of
Pops was rolling stoned with his shoes on the concrete
And month after week, the people pay to hear me speak
I got the gift of gab and known for the soul-grabbing
A product of L.A., I know you see my pants sagging
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating) (I stay in I get it)
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out L-L-L-Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
F-Fresh out, F-F-F-Fresh out (we dropping science), fresh out Los Angeles (we droppin'-)
Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
W-W-We drop-drop, we dropping science
We dropping scie', we dropping science
In cars switching lanes, dropping extravagant names
Into cell phones, to real estate agents who sell homes
To implants with implants dancing with chrome
She's entertaining the city one dollar at a time
For a little drug money, escalating L.A. crime
From a fake Escobar anticipating some time
Just a night at the bar, taking the trouble off his mind
He's drinking Long Islands with some cat from Manhattan
Who moved away from Staten to start a career in rapping
When he touched down and realized he was just another number
Now, he's trying to get a zone that he can sling through the summer
To them other newcomers, they're trying to get discovered
They're working as a waiter, to midnight or even later
At least they're getting tipped, see the cook, he's getting gypped
Fuck a minimum wage, he's just another immigrant
Riding the bus home, sitting next to an old crip
Who finally decided to stop letting the chrome rip
But not before he caught a hollow tip that gave him a limp
He passes by every night, smoking a pimp
I say, "What's up?" (What's happening, man?)
And that's how we do
I guess we're both repping L.A. in our own special way
Two of a kind, Double K and mine, finding peace of mind
Watching the daily grind from our mission to record find
Rectifying them underlying currents in L.A.
There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't play
See, I understand my role in the city of L.A.
There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't eh
Everybody wanna be this smooth rapper from L.A. (I stay in)
It ain't L.A. (I stay in) and didn't even come from L.A.
They come here, trying to put a new brand (I stay in)
A new stamp on what we done already started back here, you know? (I stay in)
We listened to the greats, the King Tee, the Mixmaster shows, and KDAY (I stay in)
Wasn't all this ol' wild shit you're hearing now, man (I stay in)
It was real shit back then
And who knows what shit's turned into, I know what we got (I stay in)
The summer of '7-7, God gave his only rider
To a city of angels with broken-down fables
Dominoes was on the table, brown liquor in cups
My pops was the man out on the streets cutting up
That Hollywood swinging on that natural high
Stepping outta line or high-stepping got you by
But now there's gangs that's banging and signs is hanging
Crooked cops pulling over for the same old thing
And my registration's in my melanin
And that's a reason for a beating in Los Angeles, it stays nigga season
So, you got to have a smile on your face (and oh, yeah)
Or show 'em how you really feel and they gon' go for the waist
It happened to my homie, man, and it won't happen to me
Quit throwing up the C, became a real OG
By murdering tracks, burning the wax through stacks and stacks
Blowing it like greenbacks in the back of the 'Lac
Remembering the good days, trying to get my feet wet
Smoking blunts with my friends (hey, man, how high can you get?)
But some got too high, and they never came down
And no matter what happened to my folks, I'm still down
That's what my city taught me, never be a copy
Stay ahead of the pack, keep your eyes on your back
Look both ways before you crossing this place
You'll get lost in this place, tossed in the space of mind
That you want to get out of and that you want to stay out of
So I stay doing something to keep my unborn proud of
Pops was rolling stoned with his shoes on the concrete
And month after week, the people pay to hear me speak
I got the gift of gab and known for the soul-grabbing
A product of L.A., I know you see my pants sagging
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating) (I stay in I get it)
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
Fresh out L-L-L-Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
F-Fresh out, F-F-F-Fresh out (we dropping science), fresh out Los Angeles (we droppin'-)
Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
W-W-We drop-drop, we dropping science
We dropping scie', we dropping science
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:31.75] See, I see the people moving through the arteries and veins
[00:34.38] In cars switching lanes, dropping extravagant names
[00:36.85] Into cell phones, to real estate agents who sell homes
[00:39.73] To implants with implants dancing with chrome
[00:42.52] She's entertaining the city one dollar at a time
[00:45.29] For a little drug money, escalating L.A. crime
[00:48.07] From a fake Escobar anticipating some time
[00:50.65] Just a night at the bar, taking the trouble off his mind
[00:53.47] He's drinking Long Islands with some cat from Manhattan
[00:56.15] Who moved away from Staten to start a career in rapping
[00:58.74] When he touched down and realized he was just another number
[01:01.40] Now, he's trying to get a zone that he can sling through the summer
[01:04.07] To them other newcomers, they're trying to get discovered
[01:07.02] They're working as a waiter, to midnight or even later
[01:09.98] At least they're getting tipped, see the cook, he's getting gypped
[01:12.54] Fuck a minimum wage, he's just another immigrant
[01:15.19] Riding the bus home, sitting next to an old crip
[01:17.91] Who finally decided to stop letting the chrome rip
[01:20.75] But not before he caught a hollow tip that gave him a limp
[01:23.72] He passes by every night, smoking a pimp
[01:26.11] I say, "What's up?" (What's happening, man?)
[01:27.76] And that's how we do
[01:28.56] I guess we're both repping L.A. in our own special way
[01:31.45] Two of a kind, Double K and mine, finding peace of mind
[01:34.32] Watching the daily grind from our mission to record find
[01:37.08] Rectifying them underlying currents in L.A.
[01:39.82] There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't play
[01:42.39] See, I understand my role in the city of L.A.
[01:45.23] There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't eh
[01:49.12] Everybody wanna be this smooth rapper from L.A. (I stay in)
[01:51.68] It ain't L.A. (I stay in) and didn't even come from L.A.
[01:53.99] They come here, trying to put a new brand (I stay in)
[01:55.41] A new stamp on what we done already started back here, you know? (I stay in)
[01:58.42] We listened to the greats, the King Tee, the Mixmaster shows, and KDAY (I stay in)
[02:01.43] Wasn't all this ol' wild shit you're hearing now, man (I stay in)
[02:04.12] It was real shit back then
[02:05.70] And who knows what shit's turned into, I know what we got (I stay in)
[02:09.40] The summer of '7-7, God gave his only rider
[02:12.17] To a city of angels with broken-down fables
[02:14.97] Dominoes was on the table, brown liquor in cups
[02:17.64] My pops was the man out on the streets cutting up
[02:20.41] That Hollywood swinging on that natural high
[02:23.08] Stepping outta line or high-stepping got you by
[02:25.52] But now there's gangs that's banging and signs is hanging
[02:28.53] Crooked cops pulling over for the same old thing
[02:30.94] And my registration's in my melanin
[02:33.24] And that's a reason for a beating in Los Angeles, it stays nigga season
[02:36.62] So, you got to have a smile on your face (and oh, yeah)
[02:39.26] Or show 'em how you really feel and they gon' go for the waist
[02:41.79] It happened to my homie, man, and it won't happen to me
[02:44.74] Quit throwing up the C, became a real OG
[02:47.46] By murdering tracks, burning the wax through stacks and stacks
[02:50.15] Blowing it like greenbacks in the back of the 'Lac
[02:52.89] Remembering the good days, trying to get my feet wet
[02:55.53] Smoking blunts with my friends (hey, man, how high can you get?)
[02:58.36] But some got too high, and they never came down
[03:01.08] And no matter what happened to my folks, I'm still down
[03:03.86] That's what my city taught me, never be a copy
[03:06.66] Stay ahead of the pack, keep your eyes on your back
[03:09.10] Look both ways before you crossing this place
[03:11.98] You'll get lost in this place, tossed in the space of mind
[03:14.83] That you want to get out of and that you want to stay out of
[03:17.50] So I stay doing something to keep my unborn proud of
[03:20.27] Pops was rolling stoned with his shoes on the concrete
[03:22.96] And month after week, the people pay to hear me speak
[03:25.53] I got the gift of gab and known for the soul-grabbing
[03:28.60] A product of L.A., I know you see my pants sagging
[03:31.25] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:34.02] Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating) (I stay in I get it)
[03:36.68] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:39.42] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:41.97] Fresh out L-L-L-Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
[03:48.38] F-Fresh out, F-F-F-Fresh out (we dropping science), fresh out Los Angeles (we droppin'-)
[03:55.59] Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
[04:01.28] W-W-We drop-drop, we dropping science
[04:05.31] We dropping scie', we dropping science
[04:10.53]
[00:34.38] In cars switching lanes, dropping extravagant names
[00:36.85] Into cell phones, to real estate agents who sell homes
[00:39.73] To implants with implants dancing with chrome
[00:42.52] She's entertaining the city one dollar at a time
[00:45.29] For a little drug money, escalating L.A. crime
[00:48.07] From a fake Escobar anticipating some time
[00:50.65] Just a night at the bar, taking the trouble off his mind
[00:53.47] He's drinking Long Islands with some cat from Manhattan
[00:56.15] Who moved away from Staten to start a career in rapping
[00:58.74] When he touched down and realized he was just another number
[01:01.40] Now, he's trying to get a zone that he can sling through the summer
[01:04.07] To them other newcomers, they're trying to get discovered
[01:07.02] They're working as a waiter, to midnight or even later
[01:09.98] At least they're getting tipped, see the cook, he's getting gypped
[01:12.54] Fuck a minimum wage, he's just another immigrant
[01:15.19] Riding the bus home, sitting next to an old crip
[01:17.91] Who finally decided to stop letting the chrome rip
[01:20.75] But not before he caught a hollow tip that gave him a limp
[01:23.72] He passes by every night, smoking a pimp
[01:26.11] I say, "What's up?" (What's happening, man?)
[01:27.76] And that's how we do
[01:28.56] I guess we're both repping L.A. in our own special way
[01:31.45] Two of a kind, Double K and mine, finding peace of mind
[01:34.32] Watching the daily grind from our mission to record find
[01:37.08] Rectifying them underlying currents in L.A.
[01:39.82] There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't play
[01:42.39] See, I understand my role in the city of L.A.
[01:45.23] There's no Plan B 'cause the city don't eh
[01:49.12] Everybody wanna be this smooth rapper from L.A. (I stay in)
[01:51.68] It ain't L.A. (I stay in) and didn't even come from L.A.
[01:53.99] They come here, trying to put a new brand (I stay in)
[01:55.41] A new stamp on what we done already started back here, you know? (I stay in)
[01:58.42] We listened to the greats, the King Tee, the Mixmaster shows, and KDAY (I stay in)
[02:01.43] Wasn't all this ol' wild shit you're hearing now, man (I stay in)
[02:04.12] It was real shit back then
[02:05.70] And who knows what shit's turned into, I know what we got (I stay in)
[02:09.40] The summer of '7-7, God gave his only rider
[02:12.17] To a city of angels with broken-down fables
[02:14.97] Dominoes was on the table, brown liquor in cups
[02:17.64] My pops was the man out on the streets cutting up
[02:20.41] That Hollywood swinging on that natural high
[02:23.08] Stepping outta line or high-stepping got you by
[02:25.52] But now there's gangs that's banging and signs is hanging
[02:28.53] Crooked cops pulling over for the same old thing
[02:30.94] And my registration's in my melanin
[02:33.24] And that's a reason for a beating in Los Angeles, it stays nigga season
[02:36.62] So, you got to have a smile on your face (and oh, yeah)
[02:39.26] Or show 'em how you really feel and they gon' go for the waist
[02:41.79] It happened to my homie, man, and it won't happen to me
[02:44.74] Quit throwing up the C, became a real OG
[02:47.46] By murdering tracks, burning the wax through stacks and stacks
[02:50.15] Blowing it like greenbacks in the back of the 'Lac
[02:52.89] Remembering the good days, trying to get my feet wet
[02:55.53] Smoking blunts with my friends (hey, man, how high can you get?)
[02:58.36] But some got too high, and they never came down
[03:01.08] And no matter what happened to my folks, I'm still down
[03:03.86] That's what my city taught me, never be a copy
[03:06.66] Stay ahead of the pack, keep your eyes on your back
[03:09.10] Look both ways before you crossing this place
[03:11.98] You'll get lost in this place, tossed in the space of mind
[03:14.83] That you want to get out of and that you want to stay out of
[03:17.50] So I stay doing something to keep my unborn proud of
[03:20.27] Pops was rolling stoned with his shoes on the concrete
[03:22.96] And month after week, the people pay to hear me speak
[03:25.53] I got the gift of gab and known for the soul-grabbing
[03:28.60] A product of L.A., I know you see my pants sagging
[03:31.25] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:34.02] Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating) (I stay in I get it)
[03:36.68] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:39.42] Fresh out Los Angeles (we dropping science)
[03:41.97] Fresh out L-L-L-Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
[03:48.38] F-Fresh out, F-F-F-Fresh out (we dropping science), fresh out Los Angeles (we droppin'-)
[03:55.59] Fresh out Los Angeles (penetrating mind) (we dropping science)
[04:01.28] W-W-We drop-drop, we dropping science
[04:05.31] We dropping scie', we dropping science
[04:10.53]