Cops through the blocks always trying to contain us|Homies is brainless, pullin' that stainless|Ridin' in lolos|High feelin' slow mode |Never got a tat, even if I hung with cholos|Promised my mom I would never get tattoo|She understood if I had packed a gat to|Hustled crack to the speed|That black for the feens, just to get a rack in my jeans|Just a bad lil' G that never said how hi|Bell town city where I use to let the rounds fly|South side it's the only side I knew|Rider with my click throw the city where I grew||I remember growing up in da block|Learned the game doing favors for the ones with the glocks|I never thought twice I always was the kid for the job|'Cuz I love gold chains and my pockets with knots||LA como ella|NADA HABRÁ|Unos vienen otros van L.A.|Aquí sigo en L.A. la la la|LA como quiero L.A.|YO ME MUERO EN L.A.|Unos vienen otros van|Aquí sigo en L.A.||Pull up to the hood real low in the 6-4|Everything is good man I don't need an intro|All the homies know me|From Mid-City, Compton, to Downtown Los, and of course South Central||They know I rep L.A. when I rap|Y como va my style over brown instrumentals|Heart of the city, I was born in the centro|Product of environment soy como el elemento||Green in the backwood green in the bank|Good bottle of tequila and my killers got my back|This ain't rap it's my life, no one realer on a track|If you feel it then it still is crack and that means I'm a stack||It ain't where you from homes, it's where you at boy|I'm in the city of the angels where it's at boy|Los Angelinos, lo mejor that's a fact|Soy un original you can hear it the rap|Oye||I remember growing up in da block|Learned the game doing favors for the ones with the glocks|I never thought twice I always was the kid for the job|'Cuz I love gold chains and my pockets with knots||LA como ella|NADA HABRÁ|Unos vienen otros van L.A.|Aquí sigo en L.A. la la la|LA como quiero L.A.|YO ME MUERO EN L.A.|Unos vienen otros van|Aquí sigo en L.A.|||