[Verse 1] Bloods k** blood, Crips k** crips Mexicanos k**s bloods, everybody trips The weed ain't workin, so we all take sips Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip L.A., L.A. where have you gone It used to be a time when we had it full grown Now it's, more k**in'm, like its no more chillin' Worried ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians Pissed off n***a shoots the sh** out of a kid Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his f**in' lid We ride or die til we really f**in' die You know hes goin', you can see it his eyes So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what? Ain't no love up in the city It's only hatin' faces You should appologize That way you won't catch cases [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now, if you k** a rapper you'll never get caught Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought I fought for what was right Now I gotta b**hes and n***as hatin' me because I'm outta sight And I taste just like castor oil to you But I'm not a bitter person, pa** the rolls to you Hit the blunt, it'll pa** the spoils to you Wake your brain up, that's what is spose to do Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde I'm a send chicken coup over there Cause Barbara Bird got 2 blocks I ain't studyin' you dumbies cause I got 2Pac bangin' off in my ca**ette deck, I'm a shut up Gangstas die faster than teachers And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around Los Angeles But, I ain't one of 'em. I'm just a son of one of 'em [Chorus]