Kevin McCall - I Love LA lyrics
Walk with me for a minute to my hood, man It's west coast sh** Look, the west got it out Drug dealers and thugs yeah the west got it out They say it's cribs, bloods, the west got it out So if you fix your … the west is falling off All them n******gs are just lames is waiting to set it off Something like Queen Latifa and that movies set it off Knock it off Yeah I want no parts, call you the tin man, cause you got no heart To the west you no match cause you got no spark I'm rapping for the west, I'm making my mark In the history of west coast music On some mind tale sh**, this is how we do it This is for the kids, cause they're easily influenced I'ma make sure that I'm only speaking with the truth is Ain't nothing worse than a waste of talent I ain't gonna say that I'm the best when the … is rapid But everything I do, I do my best at it And keep my head up like a 2Pac rap alley I see drug dealers, I see drug addicts I see church folk and all 3 got habits A whole bunch of Eves, a whole bunch of Adams They ain't learn from the Bible, they still ate the apple Indy yellow on the beat, is so beastie What's up my n***a, I'm so easty I think I'm dr. dre ice cube and easy E, a n***a with an attitude They want that hood sh**, they want that California love My n******gs will roll up that good sh** I got love for every hood, at the end of the day I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA You so beat dead bro, and my past life That they call me king diamond I play my cards right Look at my chain glow, diamonds lighting up The chain swing low, sweet chariot I make it Shawty aware so I call her Aquarius I make such terrestrial you n******gs are aliens I got a dark chick and a yellow bone They … like the Get it, that mean they bad low key Why these n******gs fronting like they don't know me When they … play my song every night before she sleep, damn Now I see while n******gs… till the d**h of me Till it's nothing left for me Lord … n******gs can't … I mean f** with us, oops, I ain't meant to curse I guess I got lost in my rhymes, warrup bussa buss Picture me walking down Avalon Wife beater and my chucks on Hood famous, whole neighborhood knows my songs But I ain't stopping till all of my young n******gs know I'm from the land the gang stars and drug dealers And next k**ers, praying to god forgive them So I don't do it for the game, Jehovah my witness I do it for my hood n******gs, the women and children They want that hood sh**, they want that California love My n******gs will roll up that good sh** I got love for every hood, at the end of the day I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA