To Live And Die In L.A.

Street Science, you're on the air
 What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one?
 I love 2Pac's new record
 Right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between East and West?
 He's talking about killing people, "I had sex with your wife", and not in those words
 But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
 No Doubt
 To live and die in L.A. (California)
 No matter what you say about Los Angeles
 It's still the only place for me
 It never rains in Southern California
 To live and die in L.A
 Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
 Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it
 Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin'
 Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
 Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
 Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
 Cold-hearted 'bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
 Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream
 A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin'
 Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
 Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
 Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
 Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
 Late night down sunset, likin' the scene
 What's the worst they can do to a nigga?
 Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail
 (My angel sing) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (And the angels go) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (To live and die in L.A) to live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 It's the city of angels and constant danger
 South Central L.A. can't get no stranger
 Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
 Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
 So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
 I swear, the pen right across from hell
 I can't cry, 'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
 Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile
 Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
 Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
 Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
 All them other motherfucker copycats, these is G's
 I love Cali like I love women
 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him
 We might fight amongst each other
 But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed, to live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (Let my angels sing) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (And my angels go) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (To live and die in L.A) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 It wouldn't be L.A. without mexicans
 Black love, brown pride in the sets again
 Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke
 I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe
 Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
 Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
 Gang signs being shown, nigga, love your hood
 But recognize and it's all good
 Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out
 Snoop Dogg in this mothafucka permed out
 M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
 Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
 Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B
 They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
 Neckbone, Tray, Heron, Buntry too
 Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
 I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
 Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, to live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (Let my angel sing) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (And my angels go) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (To live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see (Let my angel sing)
 This go out for 92.3 and 106
 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
 Makin' my shit sells quadruple, quatruple, platinum
 (To live and die in L.A.) This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
 All the real motherfuckers
 (To live and die in L.A.) All the stores, the mom and pop spots
 A&R people, all y'all mothafuckers
 (To live and die in L.A.) L.A., California Love part mothafucking two
 Without gay ass Dre (To live and die in L.A.)
 To live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A.
 
 Street Science, you're on the air
 What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one?
 I love 2Pac's new record
 Right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between East and West?
 He's talking about killing people, "I had sex with your wife", and not in those words
 But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
 No Doubt
 To live and die in L.A. (California)
 No matter what you say about Los Angeles
 It's still the only place for me
 It never rains in Southern California
 To live and die in L.A
 Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
 Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it
 Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin'
 Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
 Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
 Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
 Cold-hearted 'bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
 Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream
 A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin'
 Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
 Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
 Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
 Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
 Late night down sunset, likin' the scene
 What's the worst they can do to a nigga?
 Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail
 (My angel sing) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (And the angels go) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (To live and die in L.A) to live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 It's the city of angels and constant danger
 South Central L.A. can't get no stranger
 Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
 Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
 So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
 I swear, the pen right across from hell
 I can't cry, 'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
 Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile
 Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
 Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
 Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
 All them other motherfucker copycats, these is G's
 I love Cali like I love women
 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him
 We might fight amongst each other
 But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed, to live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (Let my angels sing) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (And my angels go) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (To live and die in L.A) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 It wouldn't be L.A. without mexicans
 Black love, brown pride in the sets again
 Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke
 I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe
 Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
 Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
 Gang signs being shown, nigga, love your hood
 But recognize and it's all good
 Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out
 Snoop Dogg in this mothafucka permed out
 M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
 Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
 Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B
 They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
 Neckbone, Tray, Heron, Buntry too
 Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
 I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
 Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, to live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (Let my angel sing) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see
 (And my angels go) To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
 (To live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it
 When everybody wanna see (Let my angel sing)
 This go out for 92.3 and 106
 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
 Makin' my shit sells quadruple, quatruple, platinum
 (To live and die in L.A.) This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
 All the real motherfuckers
 (To live and die in L.A.) All the stores, the mom and pop spots
 A&R people, all y'all mothafuckers
 (To live and die in L.A.) L.A., California Love part mothafucking two
 Without gay ass Dre (To live and die in L.A.)
 To live and die in L.A.
 To live and die in L.A.