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