LA Here's to U (feat. Wynn Vaughn) E

Yeah. Ha ha. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Players and pimps, we'd like to welcome you all To Los Angeles, California. Yes, sir. Run it down the line, Sunset And Vine. Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood Sign. Scotty once said it gets better with time. Eastside Long Beach, but this LA County mine. Yeah, this is the sign of the times. One of a kind, and this might blow your Mind. This ain't no TV show, bow wow yippie-yo. Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga, here we here we Go. Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard. Left one burnin' by my auntie front yard. No disrespect but disregard. Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card. Dip hard, Rick Hard, used to pop locks. You turn on the wrong street and you will Get got. Moves of the city like B-Bot. Some creeps smoke in a foamy motherfuckin' drop top. Cali baby, women, weed and weather. I'm from baby. It ain't nothin' better. Here's to you. Here's to you. Here's to Here's to you. Yeah. Look, Dogg Pound gangstas, We gotta dump off. Unless you wanna hear that pump cough. Watch who you talk on, and watch the different Streets you walk on. I vibe like a mobster, like I'm a motherfuckin' Monster. Don't make me approach you. Contraband in my hand with the homies from the Land with a plan, take a stand, and leave With 100 grand with my pistol in my hand. Just me, Daz and Big Snupe, niggas that'll never Cap out the loot. Look, is this the way you livin'? In this land of the unforgivin'? Man, beware how you livin'. So let me show you where a nigga livin'. Cali baby, women, and weather. From Cali, baby. It ain't nothin' better. Here's to you. Here's to you. Here's to you. Here's to you. The California lights turn the city into place you Wanna be at. Them Dogg Pound gangstas, Yeah, nigga, we is that. From Figueroa to Pacific Palisades, Iconic Hollywood culture, blowin' in the frame. Blind by the sun rays, I put on my Locs. Skrrt that Sunset, that's a ride to smoke. Parked at 22 miles of that famous boulevard. Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoke in my car. Treacherous scenarios, yeah, it's four lanes wide. Eses, Asians, niggas, and yeah, one Thai. History extended from Cesar Chavez. From prostitution, wholesale, and all that. Ride the Sunset Strip with a pack of white Blonde bitch. Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit. You see us we ride by. Exit the park 05, now this shit gettin' live With it. Cali baby, women, weed and weather. I'm from Cali, baby. It ain't nothin' better. Here's to you. Here's to you. Here's you. Here's To You.