L.A. Is the Place

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 the 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
Nickname 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'm on
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's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off

Y'all know the time, it's time to get ill
Oooh, L.A. Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, L.A. Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, 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'm on
But if you walk through Watts don't walk alone

Because in L.A. there's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're 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!

Chill with the brothers who build the old school --->
Get a. get a. get a little stupid and... BEAT BOX --->
Get get get a little stupid and... 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 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's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off

Y'all know the time, it's time to get ill
Oooh, L.A. Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, L.A. Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, L.A. Cal-I-forn-ia
City of angels. Hollywood. we love it

Because in L.A. there's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off



Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Andre Romell Young, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Frank Clifford Waddy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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