"The L dot A dot"
  Tash of Tha Alkaholiks "Hip Hop Drunkies"
 Yo you don't know man?
 "The L dot A dot"
 Yo You don't know man? (x2)

 Verse 1:
 Give thanks that's what I say when I wake
 Another day in L.A. feel the sun bake
 I holla at Scott he knows about the spot
 At the beach Dockweiler nigga straight box
 I call up Swift let him know about the shit
 Call up Will
 He got the Henessy on chill
 I'm with Doncril he on deck with Santrel
 Rollin' bleezy like Terry McMillian wait to exhale
 My nigga Will stay off Stocka
 Some city got hot bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta
 >From bad ass bitches to cold ass Impalas
 Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars
 It's hella hot we pull up to Dockweiler
 The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna holla

 Hook:
 The burning sands of the lowlands
 where sisters is bad man
 And brothers fear no man
 Yo you don't know man? (X2)

 Verse 2:
 Summertime 7:30 time for sunsets
 Sometimes I go and park with my queen and get lit
 Watch the sun cascade over the ocean
 Thoughts about how the Likwit gonna put it all in motion
 Sometimes I sit and watch and see dolphins
 Defari alumni
 From Pac 10 like Kenny Lofton
 Never soft stay healthy avoid coughs
 In L.A. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts
 Yo my cold flow straight wild west professional
 California green from the trees down to the vegetables
 Wack MCs are also edible
 After six figures where I'm trying to see my decimal
 Pointland, cash in hand
 I'm on my way to see Phil in the Cressant Heights Lowland

 Hook (x4)

 Verse 3:
 Flex the skills see this broad with a baby strill
 Ass poppin out no doubt man I got's to kill
 Like Grant Hill I play with cool moves
 See niggas out here we ain't loud we straight smooth
 And don't mistakes fool for being chump
 Cause L.A. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump
 In a flash
 Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash
 Six foot rippers, chron blends with hash
 We classic like that T.V. show M.A.S.H.
 With bitches way badder than that broad Stacey Dash
 No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish spokin'
 Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin'
 No chokin', and no it's not brown that's word to Oakland
 One time sees us stoppin' for bitches and keeps rollin'

 Hook