Jelly Roll - This is Los Angeles lyrics

[Produced by Jelly Roll] [Hook] I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") [W.C.] This sh** don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash Out in the backyard with n***as hidin' crack in they a** It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot Cause don't nobody give a f** if I'm eatin' or not, n***a South Central, the g**n capital Where gun fire's rampid, the one-time be gafflin' Murder is a headline, half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor One gram of hard is fed' time The name of the game is survival Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible f** unity, ain't no motherf**in' one love Crips k**in' Crips n***a, Bloods k**in' Bloods n***as tellin', gotta stay outta dodge On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige But I'mma stay co*kin' my pistol Goin' hard in the paint, n***as can't stop my dribble [Hook] I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles")... ("Gang capital of the nation"), ("South Central, Los Angeles") ("Gang capital of the nation"), ("South Central, Los Angeles") ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a W.C., ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") [W.C.] Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.E.A Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J Everything will C okay As I turn this bottle for my n***as D.O.A South Central L.A. where every day The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the P.A You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away While we k**in' each other, the blacks and the eses f** how much money you make, they gon' hate Ballin' a** n***a, they gon' still treat ya like O.J The stereotypes don't go away (Little n***a nice car, where the kilos lay?) Po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all get our money the Carlito's Way Charles Manson could k** and live to see another day But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away [Hook] I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") I was raised in the hood called what the f** n***a Dub C, ya better duck n***a f** me, you're out of luck n***a ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles")