L.A. Vibe - Above The Law

If it ain’t about the chips, I ain’t 'bout the stress

That’s why I stay dipped behind limousine tint

With a fly hooker, and a fly hookup

'Bout to bend the corner where K-oss cook up, yeah

Four tight-Ass-Chevys, linked at the spot

Pancaked and hot

Chariots await, for the homies call

That’ll twist 'n grip, K Mr U-Haul

And fuck the fifty boys you see

Plus they ain’t thinkin' 'bout the P.C.G

Trouble man like Marvin

Come humble with the bumble

Legs on stumble, lay the Glock on the table, now

Nigga, is you able to be my price

Or nigga, is you able to roll them dice?

Nah, but I see your ass trickin' tonight at the club

Bitches hittin' your ass for dubs

Yeah, I got beef with Bumpy, beef with the Grimmys

Two little bitches, careers all finished

I’m laughing at that ass with my homie Tow-Truck Kurt

Just put in work on your turf, nigga

G for it, and I’m ready for that rap shit

To capture all the scrill record deal could bring to me

Hennessy, diamond link, too many freaks

Asshole naked at the chateau on the beach

It’s a hold up, with a L.A. flavour

You get rolled up with your bitch ass behaviour

That’s the L.A. vibe…

I’m like the grill on a '64 Chevy, I’m classic

Have your bitch sayin' «Hutch, we kinda tight,»

Push a SE 400 with the ??

Niggas get scared when I bring the pain

I’m a legend, you could check the scrapbook

Snitches and player-hating bitches, gettin' shook

Got to lay law, when I say it’s time to lay

Got to pay up, when I say it’s time to pay

Because you don’t really wanna see me and my kinfolk

Hanging out the window, with the toolie «pow»

We comes deep like the waters in heavy soup

We got it sewed up every block, every avenue

Uh, that’s the L.A. vibe…

It’s the L.A. vibe

See I mash up the block, I love my turf

And players can hate for what it’s worth

I twist what I can just to stay alive

Cause that’s the L.A. vibe

(*Echoes*)