Street Science here, I'm here. What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? I love Tupac'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 *** with your wife, and not in those words. But he's talking about, I want to see you deceased. *** that. To live and die in L.A., California. No matter what you say about Los Angeles, it's still the only place for me that never rains inside. To live and die in L.A., where every day we try to fatten our pockets. Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock. Everybody got they own thing coming, see Jason. Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces. Shed tears as we worry niggas close to home. What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark. Cold part about it. Nigga got smoked by a fiend. Trying to floss on a blind to a broken man's dream. A hard lesson, court cases, keep on guessing. Flee bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressing. Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen. Making money off of cuss words, writing again. Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen. Late night, damn sunset, liking the zen. What's the worst they can do to a nigga? Got me lost in hell, to live and die in L.A., on pills. To live and die in L.A. is the place to be. Got to be there to know it, where everybody wanna see. To live and die in L.A. is the place to be. Got to be there to know it, where 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, watching the kettle burn. Helicopters, I observe so many niggas getting three strikes. Hostile jail, sweat appearing right across from hell. I can't drop, cause it's home now. I'm just a nigga on his own now. Living life thug style, so I can't smile. Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures. Thinking Cali just fun and bitches. Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's. All them other niggas copycats, D's and 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. is the place to be. Got to be there to know it, where everybody wanna see. To live and die in L.A. is the place to be. Got to be there to know it, where everybody wanna see. We're in the BLA without Mexicans. Black love, brown pride in the sets again. People still trying to see us all broke. I'm on some bull***, out for everything they owe. Remember K-Day, weekends, Crenshaw, MLK. Automatics rang free, niggas lost they weight. Gang signs being shown, nigga learn your hood. But recognize that it's all good. Where the weed at? Niggas getting churned out. Snoop Dogg and this motherfucker permed out. M.O.B., Big Shield getting the low low. Bounce and turn, dog pound in the Lex with an ounce to burn. Got them Watts niggas with me, O-M-T-E. They got some halves, took a stash, left the rest for me. Neck, bone, tray, hair on, punch you too. Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you. I hit the studio and drop a drool, hoping to pay. Getting high watching time fly. To live and die in L.A. To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be. Got to be there to know it. What everybody wanna see. To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be. To live and die in L.A. Got to be there to know it. What everybody wanna see. Let's go out for 92.3 or 106. All the radio stations that be bumping my ***. Making my *** sound. Katrupal, Katropal Platinum. Let's go out to all the magazines that support a nigga. All the real motherfuckers. All the stores, the mom and pop spots. A&R people. All y'all motherfuckers. L.A. California love. Park Motherfucker 2. Without gate and straight. To live and die in L.A. To live and die in L.A.
