Savin' L.A. - Styles of Beyond

L.A., L.A., that’s where I stay

And I ride of them thangs like everyday

Totally awesome, okay?

And if you don’t believe me come around my way

(Standing on this mountain

Looking over L. A

At the break of day)

(Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch!

The man savin' L.A.)

(Savin' L. A

Outta Cali with a bang, bitch!

Fuckin' insane, bitch!)

Yo, the man savin' L. A

I rock the California State flag over my face

8−1-8 takin' over, gotta notice the flow, brah

I caught a little break with Shinoda and Hova

Put out the mixtape with Green Lantern with smash hits

The song I did with Juelz Santana was bat shit

Fact is, I’m nasty

In need of a sponge bath

I make you make a face like you sniffin' a skunk’s ass

Mash out

Motherfuckers better know the program pronto

I’ll kill your boss soft, make your capo compost

Dudes, wanna fuck around?

Fine, I’m chillin'

You may have a couple nines, but I got a few kagillion

It’s sad lavish

After mathematics, uh!

In the home of fine wine and cash addicts

You want static, you can handle it simple

A couple batteries and jumper cables hooked to your nipples

I’m from…

L.A., L.A., that’s where I stay

And we ride of them things like everyday

Totally awesome, okay?

So if you don’t believe me come around my way

(Around my way)

(Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch!

The man savin' L. A)

So watch what you say

(Savin' L.A.)

I’m here to save the day

(Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch!)

(I get it, baby!)

Is it… L.A. or is it Entourage?

Actors actin' like gangstas, rappers wrapped up in façades

Stuck up models and broads, stuck on Hollywood’s mirage

Stickin' fingers down they throats tryin' to keep a model’s size

Sunshine

This is where the ballers live

But hit my side of town, this is where they’ll rob you quick

Carson, Cali

You can take the 110 to the 91 East, and hop off on Wilmington

Compton’s next door

Long Beach on the other side

Harbor City, San Pedro

Extra five minute ride

Peace to my Mexicans, Samoans, Cambodians, Asians

Even a few white boys in the hood hayin'

Blowin' kush, ridin' Chargers and Harleys

Do we got love for the police?

Naw, not hardly

This the west coast, more than low-lows and gang bangin'

My city got the whole world imitatin'

Rollin' through Laurel Canyon and my home in Los Angeles

Listenin' to this song I did before I was on the cannibis

Make a right off of Crescent Heights and blockin' up my speed

Cause Cheapshot’s spinnin' right on top of the Roxy

Yep, yep, phenomenal

Tak done got a street buzz

Shots in the abdominal, rendez-vous at the Key Club

Once I get a cutie I would like to spoon

I move her right across the street into the Viper Room

Shit

They know my face in over half of the globe

That’s why I’m still up in the place drinkin' after they close

Once I got a little itch for some bucks to spend

I take a trip to Los Feliz, hit the Rustic Inn

Yeah and I ain’t quittin', I’m sippin' on hell’s fire

Once the mission is finished we dippin' to Mel’s Diner

Check my wristwatch: it’s a quarter to five

And hit the last pit stop, baby, right off of Highland

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