[Murs]
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I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot
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Days got shade let me take you 'round the way
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Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city
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Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky
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But that was eighty-six and, things done changed
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We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang
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Not the rips and the dawgs, man the smog might kill ya
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But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin north of Wilshire
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Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall
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Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon
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Come to the hood where we do the most good
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Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should
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LYNWOOD, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardena
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From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena
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The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture
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And I hope the way we do the damn thang don't insult ya
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I'm from L.A. (ahh) Southern California
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Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
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And the game is fame, do everythang with a bang
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And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
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[Murs]
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The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low
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Your favorite rapper gettin jacked for more than his sick flows
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Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows
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The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes
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Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest
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And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas
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Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters
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Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas
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You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters
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The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses
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Perfect frame, silicona REALLY don't matter if she paid for it
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Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it
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Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas
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White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss
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Poplockin, Crip walkin, chronic blunts, G-Funk
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A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once
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[Chorus]
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L.A.
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Murs |