Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
I had sex with your wife and not in those words, “Static”
'Cause would it be L.A. without Mexicans?
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
'Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Court cases keep me guessin', plea bargain
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
Makin' my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him
Niggaz gettin' shermed out
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Writin' to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Black love brown pride and the sets again
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
Ain't an option now, so I'm stressin', cost me more
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's
No doubt, to live and die in L.A.
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
To be free than a life in the pen
Neck bone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of Thug in him
Right but don't you feel like that creates, “Static”
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
This go out for 92.3 and 106
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed to live and die in L.A.
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
So many niggaz gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
L.A., California Love part motherfuckin' two
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
(Let my angel sing)
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Gettin' high watchin' time fly, to live and die in L.A.
I love Tupac's new record, “Static”
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Late night down Sunset likin' the scene
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
But he's talking about I wanna see you deceased, “Static”
Livin' life Thug style, so I can't smile
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
He's talking about killing people, “Static”
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
And everybody got love
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
A tension between East and West? Static
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
I love Cali like I love woman
All the real motherfuckers
Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.
South Central L.A., can't get no stranger
Big Rock got knocked but this one's for you
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it
To live and die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
(Let my angel sing)
