LA - Ty Dolla $ign, Kendrick Lamar, Brandy

«Stone-hard, machine gun

Firing at the ones who run

Stone-hard, machine gun

Bulletproof glass»

L.A., can’t believe I found love in the city of L. A

L.A., it’s the city of angels, they can take you anywhere

In L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A., we found, found love in L.A., L.A., L.A., L. A

We found love

In the city of the gang bang

Yeah, we still dying over red and blue strings

Chuck my set up and it feel good

Cause don’t nobody love you more than your neighborhood

We always had bitches, we don’t love those

Grew up around the gangsters and the cutthroats

Be careful where you at, you might get bust on

Yeah, all my South Central niggas, Inglewood, twist your fingers up

Compton and Watts, Eastside, always turning up

Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supper Club

Tell 'em where we’re from like

God, let me right my wrongs, God, let me write this song

God in the middle with a mark

Let me hit a pawn shop, momma said we need a loan

God, let me dedicate this to the 80% that ain’t never coming home

God, let me know you exist

In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get thrown

I’m off that Centennial

Fuckin' at the party, nigga, at the party, we fade ten or more

My hood came thinkin' we yellin', «We in this bitch»

Then we yellin', «We in your bitch»

Or you tellin' all of us our dwellin' inside of 2Pacolypse, thug life

And we off that whoopty-whoopty-whoop

And we in that hoopty with the two choppers

So we’re guaranteed to shoot

Lock us in the L.A. County zoo

Watch us eat a bear alive and, ooh this feels so good to keep it true

This feels so good, I’m keepin' you

Hope I’m teachin' you all the lessons I learned

When I made that turn off the 110

Watch that marijuana just burn

This shit just make you wanna just sin

See that Staples Center high yearnin' if the Lakers get me a win

I’m gon' liquor shot in memory of Pac, Makaveli live again

Bitch, I’m in L.A. yeah, yeah, motherfucker