Texty: Lil Menace. Los Angeles.
In los angeles, the city of dreams
My homies running up on bombs if u know what I mean
From la to the bay
We are blue raggin
Chillin at the park pelones straight bangin
Rollin deep down these streets
Headed to the swap meets
Bitches lookin hella fine so we stay creased
Im hard headed and down and brown
I got the j house bumpin that gangsta south
City rollin through the cali sun
Top down 3 wheels and now we having some fun
And u know the shits straight wont stop
Im unheard spoke dated and always ready to drop
O yea now the party has begun
If u drop a dime your ass better run
Cause im on my 3rd
And straight ready to hit
The 1st stupid mother fucker tryin to ruin my mix bitch
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la
Heres a toast
For the homies doin life
Throw that big south sign in the sky
Brown pride
I keep that shit up on bass
It takes a lot of heart to bang in la
Through these fuckin streets
Aint nothing but a struggle
Hang tight and don?t let no one burst your bubble
Keep it real and put down the straps
And thank the lord for makin u a man
Lets come together
We all gotta rot cee 1
Lets come together
and represent that brown pride
south califas is my home
and this where it started with the little homies always on patrol
rollin through these ghetto callijones
creased up and always rollin where they told us
with the ghetto bird always reppin b pride
fuck it cause im a ride for my side
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la
I cant forget the homies that I lost
In these streets u gotta be the boss
I pour some liquor
And roll up some burb
Reminiscin bout the days we be posted at the curb
Remember nights we all used to party
Getting high and drinking some Bacardi
Los angeles the heartless city
Every day is like a story she want a new beginning
Wonder whether we gonna make it to see another day
Those pinche one time homies wanna see us locked away
Cuffed up like the same
I wish one day this story will change
We gotta live
We gotta hold our own
And show the world how the south side rolls
In the union we straight fuckin soldiers
Ghetto minded and aint no one gonna hold us
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la
My homies running up on bombs if u know what I mean
From la to the bay
We are blue raggin
Chillin at the park pelones straight bangin
Rollin deep down these streets
Headed to the swap meets
Bitches lookin hella fine so we stay creased
Im hard headed and down and brown
I got the j house bumpin that gangsta south
City rollin through the cali sun
Top down 3 wheels and now we having some fun
And u know the shits straight wont stop
Im unheard spoke dated and always ready to drop
O yea now the party has begun
If u drop a dime your ass better run
Cause im on my 3rd
And straight ready to hit
The 1st stupid mother fucker tryin to ruin my mix bitch
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la
Heres a toast
For the homies doin life
Throw that big south sign in the sky
Brown pride
I keep that shit up on bass
It takes a lot of heart to bang in la
Through these fuckin streets
Aint nothing but a struggle
Hang tight and don?t let no one burst your bubble
Keep it real and put down the straps
And thank the lord for makin u a man
Lets come together
We all gotta rot cee 1
Lets come together
and represent that brown pride
south califas is my home
and this where it started with the little homies always on patrol
rollin through these ghetto callijones
creased up and always rollin where they told us
with the ghetto bird always reppin b pride
fuck it cause im a ride for my side
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la
I cant forget the homies that I lost
In these streets u gotta be the boss
I pour some liquor
And roll up some burb
Reminiscin bout the days we be posted at the curb
Remember nights we all used to party
Getting high and drinking some Bacardi
Los angeles the heartless city
Every day is like a story she want a new beginning
Wonder whether we gonna make it to see another day
Those pinche one time homies wanna see us locked away
Cuffed up like the same
I wish one day this story will change
We gotta live
We gotta hold our own
And show the world how the south side rolls
In the union we straight fuckin soldiers
Ghetto minded and aint no one gonna hold us
This is how we livin everyday
la
In the streets making plets make u say
This is how we livin everyday
la